It occurred to me, as I was browsing my blog drafts file the other day, that I didn’t ever publish my post on A New Way of Blogging. I wrote it when the baby was only a few weeks old and I was living at my parents’ house temporarily (our renovations were in full swing, our holiday accommodation had run out and we were yet to move into my cousin’s flat) and the gist of it was that I had been forced to find a “new way of blogging”, a new way of working in general, which mainly involved typing with one hand whilst using the other arm to hold up a feeding baby. I spent much of those first months at various people’s kitchen tables, hunched over my laptop but feeling very pleased with myself that I was managing to get a bit of work done. Well I’m a whole year into motherhood now (you can read my Baby and Body update over on The Uphill) and that post, A New Way of Blogging, is as outdated as could possibly be. I mean, I used to get whole mornings, afternoons, evenings to get some work done. Four hours at a time! Total silence! And in between, the baby would lie in her little bouncer and look around the room, wide-eyed, until it was time for feeding. Life was – and I never thought I’d say this – easy. Well, not easy, because I didn’t ever get more than about three hours’ sleep at a time and was a walking, leaking, milking machine; but in terms of the amount of time I got to sit and get things done, life...