Gill Sims

Simon ist fremdgegangen! Enttäuscht zieht Ellen mit ihren anstrengenden Pubertieren aufs Land - schließlich hat sie immer schon von einem...

Der Alptraum aller Eltern - der Beginn der Schulferien. Statt in der Sonne zu liegen, ein Buch zu lesen - neben sich ein schönes...

Mami ist gerade 39 geworden. Mit Schrecken blickt sie einer Zukunft entgegen, in der sie ständig gefragt wird, ob sie nicht auch mal zum Yoga für...

No.1 bestselling author Gill Sims is back with her eagerly awaited sixth Why Mummy novel. When family life gives you lemons, trade them for grapes! Mummy Ellen has a Vision. She will cherish every moment this holiday with her Moppets Peter and Jane, alongside her ride-or-die best pal, Hannah...

The smash hit Sunday Times bestseller. Tuesday 8th September First day back at school. I am going to 100% nail being a school mummy this year. I can totally do this. Yes, this year is definitely going to be much better – I am absolutely not going to shout at the children, let them stuff their...

No.1 bestselling author Gill Sims is back with her eagerly awaited fourth Why Mummy novel.

I just wanted them to stop wittering at me, eat vegetables without complaining, let me go to the loo in peace and learn to make a decent gin and tonic.

Family begins with a capital eff. I’m wondering how many more f*cking ‘phases’ I have to endure before my children become civilised and functioning members of society? It seems like people have been telling me ‘it’s just a phase!’ for the last fifteen bloody years. Not sleeping...

Tis’ the season to get trollied! Mummy has always loved Christmas. Sure, the kids turn into demons, the dinner gets burnt to a crisp and Aunt Louisa’s general staggering inappropriateness sends Mummy reaching for the nearest maximum-strength festive tipple, but nevertheless, for her...

It’s time for a w(h)ine “God, she’s funny” – Jilly Cooper ‘Oh, for f*ck’s sake’ muttered Claire under her breath, as she opened the fridge to see what she could find for a no effort dinner. The children continued to fight behind her. They regarded any form of fish not encased in...

Uncle Tom said if I called him a boomer one more time, I would be stuck playing Snake on the rubbish Nokia forever. I was very tempted to reply, ‘OK, boomer,’ again but there was something in his eye that told me he meant it, so I decided I had better be quiet.