We’ve been in Bristol for six months now. I have officially experienced motherhood for half Tibbs’ life in London, and half here. So I thought it was time for my tongue in cheek, with a sprinkling of truth guide to the differences as I’ve seen them.
- You know you’re a Mum in Bristol not London when you don’t even consider any sort of buggy fit class. Your average day, scaling the peaks of the Bristol streets, burning your calves and ass to a cinder, is more effective than any dude with a kettle-bell on the park would ever be
- You know you’re a Mum in Bristol not London when you’re not blinded by iCandy chrome or tripping over a fleet of Bugaboo Bees nestled cheerfully in every corner. Yes, it seems other makes ARE available! Obvs you still silently rage at the inability of everyone to fold their buggies down in cafes and on buses though
- You know you’re a Mum in Bristol not London when you’re more likely to hear ‘I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how much did you pay for your [insert obscure brand] sling?” than “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how much did you pay for your flat?”
- And on that subject, you know you’re a Mum in Bristol not London when nobody gives a shit where the nearest train station to your house is, just how many centimetres you are towards the catchment of the only decent school within 10 miles
- When you consider going shopping, you know you’re a Mum in Bristol not London when Waitrose isn’t just round the corner (boo)
- You know you’re a Mum in Bristol not London when baby cinema shows films that neither you or your baby understand most of the time, but at least it doesn’t cost a week of nappies to get in
- You know you’re a Mum in Bristol not London when you’re more likely to be mown down by a six year old professional skateboarder on the riverside than a wobbling Boris Bike novice
- You know you’re a Mum in Bristol not London when one day, you can’t wait to take your baby back and show them London as you knew it, and you hope desperately they’ll love it as much as you do…
The two (in my opinion, wonderful) cities have so much in common and so much to offer parents. The pace of life and the way of living it may be different, but the intensity is just the same.
Did I miss anything? Any other Mum’s moved from London to Bristol, or any vice-versa?