Here’s a snap of the front door of Divorce Towers: Yes, yes, I know it’s still only November ….I know Christmas is aaaages away ….but actually I had my Christmas party yesterday, so I got the wreath out early and stuck it up and it did seem to help get us all in a festive mood. There …
About 400 years ago, my splendiferous friend Linda from You’ve Got Your Hands Full and Have A Lovely Time tagged me with the Picture Perfect Meme. The idea was to get your child to draw you, with – almost always – hilarious results. Then, 399 years ago, Tara from Sticky Fingers mentioned it too. Since …
This is a sponsored post I’m wary of doing much stuff that’s sponsored by companies, as I feel that the kind and lovely people who pop in here to visit me probably want something that comes genuinely from me, not a spiel from an advertiser. Sometimes, though, I do succumb – but only if I …
Go on, admit it. You’ve always suspected that the Scary School Secretary, who rules the head teacher, the pupils and the parents with a rod of iron, was about to snap. She sits there all day long, in her dust-coloured cardi, answering the phone in a pinched, hyper-polite voice as though she was a millimetre …
Oooooh, the excitement! John Lewis has offered me a £25 voucher in exchange for my top tips on a perfect family Christmas! I am touched that anyone would think for a second that I, the homewrecker of Herne Hill, would have the least clue about creating family harmony – and particularly John Lewis, surely the most sensible and …
I was tootling through Tooting this morning on my way to work, through the dark November drizzle, the nasty big buses and the grumpy commuters, when I came across this lovely sight: That is surely the only way to travel through Tooting – on a sugar pink bike, wearing sugar pink bike leathers, with a …
I was avoiding going to bed with my thoughts last night and, for some reason, I decided to check my credit card bill online. This is something I never do. Once a purchase is made, I rarely revisit the scene of the crime, and do my best to forget everything about the new item and …
As a Londoner, I often forget to do ‘London’ things with the girls. I am so used to seeing the Houses of Parliament from the train when I’m off to buy deadly boring stuff like netball skirts that Pugin’s amazing building has all but lost its charm, while, on a clear day, you can catch sight of the …
They may remind you strongly of the adorable tiny babies you brought home long, long ago. But teenage girls are a breed apart. No longer children, not quite adults, they lurch around somewhere in the middle, usually crashing into things and blaming you because it’s soooo your fault. Hey, they didn’t ask to be born, did they? …
You know you’ve got a teenager in the house when …. Read More »
Nearly Wordless Wednesday …. You never know quite what you’re going to find in a pumpkin ……. A witchypoo …….or ….. …this amazing catbat, or, even scarier still …….. …..a whole bunch of Mummybloggers! Lovely Laura, Jo, Erica and me, snapped by Tara at Port Aventura.