Eventually I had to fight myself out of the cosy embrace of the Dog Who Came In From the Cold and trudge to the Barclays &*$%£ Bank in the Village, to present myself in person to be chastised for forgetting my codes, my mother’s maiden name and my full postal address – and also to …
I’m settling down to read my next five chapters of The Dog Who Came In From the Cold, next to my cosy little fire, and right in front of my delectable alcove cupboards which are CLOSED and hiding the hideous telly. Things simply couldn’t be much better …….except, of course, that as ever, a vile …
Ladies and gentlemen, I have a dream. It’s not about peace and harmonee for the whole world, I’m sad to say, though I’m perfectly happy to get behind that as and when. No, it’s a simpler, purer dream. My dream is to shut my TV inside a cupboard. I’ve always had a thing about the …
*Blush* The adorable Brit in Bosnia/Fraught Mummy has lavished me with the Zombie Chicken award. Dearest Fraught, you shouldn’t have, but I’m so glad you did! For the very few out there who are not yet aware of the true significance of the award, I reproduce its mission statement: “The blogger who receives this award …
As we’ve come over all literary (and don’t worry, I’m sure it won’t last) did you see a little article in yesterday’s Independent, entitled, ‘Raise your brendice to a new lexicon’? It was all about a book called The Wonder of Whiffling, a compendium of quirky words from around the globe. Obviously I am beyond …
Very excited as I have been asked to join the Telegraph’s online book club. I started my journalistic career, oooh, 400 years ago, on the Peterborough column of the mighty Telegraph. The paper had just moved to Docklands but had one foot still very much in Fleet Street. My colleagues on Peterborough, although all in …
I have been tagged by the wonderful, irrepressible Linda of gotyourhandsful and havealovelytime. Linda is a great writer, and one of the kindest people I know, so I have no hesitation at all in nicking one of her best lines, to announce that I do love a good tagging. This tag is all about favourite …
I do feel guilty for inflicting my last whinge on you. Blimey, I shall have to do double the blessing counting if we’re to get through even the beginning of autumn in any sort of shape. Thanks for all your kind words and I’ll try not to do it again. I was going to counteract …
Tough talking at Divorce Towers yesterday. I was having a chat with the girls about life, growing up and stuff, and they were entering that fantasy realm, which I love, planning their future lives. Child Two used to say she would live next door to me but I notice she’s thinking of the other side …
Off to the dentist again for more torture. On the plus side (I am constantly counting my blessings now, in order to retrain my sad mind into a new, joyful bower. Blimey, there are so many pluses to count it’s as bad as maths homework. Ooops, methinks that is not the right attitude) this means …