Month: October 2013

Raising Cain

Why do men hate women? This is the question I’m asking, after the Great British Bake Off left a nasty taste in my mouth. In amongst the sponges, there were persistent internet tales of flirtation, manipulation, smugness and favouritism. Even when a woman bakes a cake, which surely even the most anxious of men can’t …

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The birthday girl

Well, it’s impossible but it’s true. Child One is going to turn 18 over the half term holiday. How did this happen? One minute she was a little tiny baby in a ‘Goodnight Mr Moon’ babygro, now she is a beautiful young lady in Uggs. We don’t always agree. When she was 18 months old, …

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Duck and cover

Say what you like about Piers Morgan (and people have and do) but he is performing quite a useful function in the States. His quest to do something about the sheer craziness of gun laws is getting right up people’s noses. Where would the US be without us to do their dirty work for them? …

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That’s the ticket

I don’t usually use my blog to rant on. Well, sometimes I do, but what on earth’s the point of having a blog if you can’t rant on it occasionally? When I say I’m cross about parking permits, you’ll understand. There is probably nothing in the world more annoying than parking permits, unless it’s parking …

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Last words

I went to a funeral service the other day for a very inspiring and wonderful lady. The service was beautifully done by a Humanist – I’m almost tempted to become one. It was an uplifting (though very sad) day, and made me think of what I would like for my own funeral. I don’t care …

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Dreamtone?

Maybe it’s just because I’ve never got on with foundation, but I find the new Lancome Dreamtone add very surprising. The upshot of it is that, after spending £69 – yes, £69 – on this stuff, you can actually dare to step outside your home without a full face of makeup on. Oh, right. Actually, …

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In pieces

Parenting is hard. Step-parenting is HARDER. As hard as a nasty little piece of Lego that you’ve just trodden on. That was certainly my feeling this morning, when I dropped a precariously-balanced pile of the stuff and got some lodged in my dainty instep when clearing up. How is it that they always find the …

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