Victoria Mitchell

Freelance Writer, Blogger, Content Creator

A passionate ink-slinger / career chameleon.

I've been a publisher, language teacher, expat, mum and lifelong people-watcher, giving me plenty to say.

I write about lifestyle topics, parenting, travel and everyday politics with an honest and entertaining tone.


Why Britain's Still Great, By Someone Who's Leaving
It's fair to say 2017 has been, to quote our monarch in her 1992 speech, an "annus horribilis". In fact, these last few years have been anni horribiles for the people of the UK....
Expat Un-Brats: Why Taking Your Children Away From Everything They've Known Could Be The Making...
My boy was made in Italy, took his first breath in the UK, cut teeth in Hong Kong, was pre-schooled in Australia and primary schooled back in the UK. His sister's birth...
All of the reasons Aussie parents are totally and completely better than British parents.
Thanks to our brand partner, I've recently ping-ponged back to Australia with a couple of little Vegemite-convert POMs in tow. There have been heaps of changes during our...
Screens: Are They Really The Enemy?
Society has always found forests' worth of sticks to beat parents with. Currently vying with refined sugar for the title of slackest parenting choice, is allowing your children...
Seven Signs Your Kids' School Is Ridiculously Middle Class
My 1980's primary school was home to tepid bottles of milk, ramshackle terrapins and identically-clad kids in hand-me-down C&A coats and ice cream tub lunch boxes. Every child...
#squadgoals: How to Keep Them Up When Babies Happen
Back in 2006 when one of my housemates announced they had something to show me, it was usually a coveted Topshop skirt or a text from the guy from last night. This time I was...
Who'd be a teacher in 2017?
You'd be crazy to quit a cushy private sector job to teach, right? I chat to the very sane Clare Wheelwright, who did just that.
Two Tribes
I was an immigrant for 10 years.
Another Mummy Blog
Here's another 'mummy blog' post but it won't bemoan the utter relentlessness of parenthood with witty tips on removing Weetabix missiles from bras.
Perfectly Imperfect
If you're one of my closest friends, you should consider yourself less than perfect.
Britain...leave them kids alone
Warning: this blog post contains reference to children (some of you might prefer to click away now).
Stop the Timer
I have a big birthday happening next year. It's the one which means I can no longer (legitimately) continue referring to myself as a girl.
Groundsheets and Ground Rules
Can't wait to squeeze my body into a zip-up synthetic cocoon, spend the night in an un-insulated broom cupboard-sized space and pee into a pit.
The Static Traveller Chapter 1. The Beautiful Isle.
It’s fair to say Taiwan wouldn’t be on everyone’s bucket list as a dream destination.
The Static Traveller Chapter 2. East is East and West is West...except in the UAE.
From the oriental East, we found ourselves in the Arab East.
The Static Traveller Chapter 3. La Dolce Vita...and footlong Subways.
The few months we spent in Italy were defined by food and architecture from such ancient, authentic origins.
The Static Traveller Chapter 4. Dummies and Dum Sum.
Groggy with jetlag, sleeplessness and opiate painkillers, I found myself in the back of an aircon-blasted taxi spiralling its way up a hill dotted with Chinese road signs.

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