I’m so glad we’re not going to war. I’d been scanning the papers last week with an increasingly doomy feeling in the pit of my stomach, as tension was ramped up over Syria and David Cameron made it clear he would even come back from holiday – it was that serious – to drag the …
I think I left you half-way through our staycation, when TL and I spent a whole week moseying around London as though we owned it, seeing stuff we hadn’t visited before, with not a single child in tow. So here’s the next slice of our cultural crash course. One of our treats was to have …
Bit of a shock the other day – a postcard dropped through the letterbox, featuring a large picture of a young girl, in great distress, soaking wet, make-up running, apparently covered in bruises and clutching a few shreds of clothing around her naked shoulders. She’d obviously had a horrible time – raped, battered, something horrible …
Charles Saatchi’s bizarre stunt yesterday, using his almost-grown up daughter, Phoebe, to attack Nigella Lawson for ‘heartlessness’, seems to be an attempt to claim back the moral high ground. While he now has an unenviable reputation as a public wife-strangler and probably a much worse sort of monster in private, Nigella was widely seen in …
One of the unsung advantages of divorce is, of course, the occasional bit of free babysitting done by the ex. But, as I now have stepchildren as well, and as the TWO exes schedules are hard to juggle (yes, that’s a euphemism), we rarely find ourselves with child-free time. Except this week! Obviously, we miss …