When a kind PR offered to send me Gwyneth Paltrow’s cookery book, I must admit I rubbed my hands a bit in glee. Talk about an easy target – the macrobiotic actress who looks as though she’s never munched on anything more calorific than a leaf of rocket, actually presuming to tell the rest of …
I’ve been lucky enough to have been sent some lovely swag this month, er, I mean products to put through the earnest testing procedure in place here at Divorce Towers. First is a DVD of Harry Potter’s second-to-last jaunt, the Deathly Hallows. I’d been dying to see this film ever since it came out last …
We were wandering around Swanage in Dorset last week when we saw this sign, and Child Two nearly died laughing. She insisted on taking a picture. Well, I agree, it is funny. What does it mean, exactly? It’s not really a warning, or it would be outlined in red, wouldn’t it, I dimly remember …
What on earth am I supposed to say about the Royal Wedding? On the one hand, they seem like a nice enough couple and she has certainly done her time and I’m sure feels that she deserves her day in white tulle. But marriage? Into that family? Is that a true reward for all that …
Well, I think I’ve been very good about this whole redoing the kitchen business. I’ve only moaned about it every 2 minutes for the past five weeks. Well, every 30 seconds some days. But there are limits, even to my infinitesimal stores of patience. Today, the builders are taking down the kitchen ceiling, which involves a vast …
As soon as I heard about this week’s Gallery theme I knew which picture I had to use. This one: All right, all right, I admit it’s not a true instance of mother love. Keen observers will have spotted that this is not a child. It’s the divine Mme Bovary again, and it’s not even …
A bit of a shock today. I was having a cappuccino with the lovely S after our usual gruelling twice-round-the-park training schedule when we chanced upon a fellow mummy who shall be known only as D. Talk moved, as it inexorably does, to the question of work. Apparently there are those who consider that the …
I must admit I puzzled over the Census. What on earth do you do if you don’t have a traditional nuclear family? We have two adults who are permanent residents, and a floating population of four children, with two separate other homes. So sometimes we are six, sometimes four. Sometimes we are two. And often any …