I was wandering idly through my inbox the other day when a message caught my eye: ‘random question, but would you like to go to Disneyland Florida?’ What, as opposed to sitting here in Dulwich, watching smoochy couples wander hand-in-hand through the pink cherry-blossom in the park (so like confetti, sigh!) while Mr X has …
I am indebted to my lovely friend S for finally finding a glass which is just about the right size for my tiny nightly tipple of extra-strong screwcap Chardonnay …..well, nearly the right size anyway, thanks so much for trying, dear S xx. Ooopsie, just spilt a little! Dulwich Divorcee
I talked to my lovely friend Slippers about my recent contretemps with TL, though I admit I slightly glossed over the part where I hit him 20 times after finding out he had had a rendez-vous with a former love, and concentrated more on the fact that he’d abandoned me to ‘think’ again. There is …
No-one can cheer me up like my impossibly glamorous friend J. This is the story she told me yesterday: A woman was in town on a shopping trip. She began her day finding the most perfect shoes in the first shop and a beautiful dress on sale in the second. In the third, usually stratospherically …
It’s uncanny. Here we are, on a Bank Holiday – Good Friday no less – and things are very far from good. TL has gone away again to ‘think’. The children are with Mr X. Even the cat, darling Mme Bovary, is a bit offish. The weather is grey and cold in London. Oh well. …
I was in the changing room at the Boden shop (yes, there is one, it’s not just catalogues you know, it’s cleverly positioned near the M40 to nab all those Bodenites nipping out to the home counties to see their parents/water the weekend cottage/dream of living in the stockbroker belt, do keep up!) when I …