Finally! A moment to myself when neither Child One nor Child Two is MSN-ing, playing the SIMS or checking their endless emails, which are mostly chain letters which anyone over the age of 12 would delete. It’s not that they’re on the computer all the time – no, mostly we’re out having good, clean, honest …
My lovely fellow South London blogsister, Goodbye To All Fat, has sweetly awarded me this adorable Arte e Pico thingy. Isn’t it gorgeous? And don’t you just love her dress? I confess that, apart from the deep honour, I’m not a hundred per cent sure that I’ve grasped the full import, but I do know …
There are one or two advantages of being The Only Divorcee in the Village. Well, actually, I can’t think of two, but there is one – I am in great demand as a last minute dinner party stunt guest. Everyone knows that, since my husband got custody of our social life, I am available before …
The fabulous thing about being middle class is that there’s always something new to feel guilty about. Of course, no-one wastes time feeling bad about the essentials that gave us entree into this class in the first place – the huge privileges of education, and the subsequent income that this confers, both seen as our …