All last week, Radio 4 Woman’s Hour had a running (sore) topic on Chore Wars – who does what and why. I felt tempted to write about it then, but it’s taken me until now to sort out what I feel about it. Here at Remarried Towers we have a curiously 1950s arrangement. TL brings …
Ok, you know me, I really really don’t want to be a helicopter parent. I’m happy for my children to go off and do their own thing, as long as I know exactly what that is they’re safe and happy. But against my will, this morning I felt the rush of rotor blades and, before I …
So far today (and it’s not even lunchtime yet) Child Two has missed the school bus and needed driving across town; TL lost his wallet and needed picking up from the station, bringing back home, help finding his wallet and then another lift back to the station, and the water filter man, after saying he’d …
Slightly more than a week ago I had a minor operation to remove a mole which had gone a bit odd. Well, it had been odd for a while, and then it seemed odder still, and I’d shown it to my GP in Dulwich, a nice, no-nonsense woman whom I liked and trusted. ‘The good …
I’ve always been a firm believer in the power of cake. Now I’m glad to see that Great Ormond Street hospital, too, has put its faith in cake’s miraculous ability not just to raise the spirits, but money too. £125,000, to be precise, for a new clinical building. Bake it Better week is taking place …
Sponsored post Ok, I admit it, I am consciously Keeping Busy in order to get over the strangeness of a house without Child One needing conversation and an endless supply of bananas. TL did say in the run-up to uni that we should let all the supermarkets near us know that Child One was leaving …
I’m so proud of my lovely Child One. She worked so hard and got brilliant A levels, and now she’s off to a fantastic university. How did the tiny girl who had such trouble reading ‘allosaurus’ in those Oxford Reading Tree Biff and Kipper books get so far? I sat pondering this miracle at the …
If you were planning a great night out at the theatre today, you might well hesitate before choosing a French play that had its premier several centuries ago. After all, the Misanthrope by Moliere was first performed in 1666 – the year of the Great Fire of London. But a new English version, showcased at …
‘It’s the start,’ said my lovely friend B. ‘It’s the start of Not Knowing.’ It was after the Book Club had met at my house, and B was trying to return a coat she said Child One had left at her place after visiting her daughter last week. But I took one look at the …
My teenage daughters – and even my nine-year-old stepdaughter – love those self-help videos you get on YouTube offering make-up tips. They are pretty much addicted to them. And, I admit, I’ve seen a fair few myself and find they’re usually helpful and often funny (intentionally or not). It struck me that there was no-one …