Well, I was roundly abused by my dearest friends from St Andrews yesterday. Apparently I NEVER used to walk along the pier as my daily constitutional. All I can say is that I did, and maybe they just weren’t up early enough due to their own decadent lifestyles to catch me striding through the deserted …
You’ve probably heard of the What I See project, which has been running for five weeks now and has been featured on R4’s Woman’s Hour. It’s asking women from all walks of life, from all over the world, to tell the world what they see in the mirror, so that others can look through their …
Next month, I’m taking Child Two to see my old university, St Andrews. No one is more surprised about this than me. I’m surprised to be going back there for the first time, surprised to have a daughter the right age (or almost) for uni and surprised that she’s interested. Most of my stories about …
Sponsored Well, no sooner do I demand make-up for women of a certain age, than the clever old universe drops the answer right in my lap. Elizabeth Arden! Of course. The skincare, scent and makeup brand may be over a hundred years old, but it’s still looking every bit as smart as paint. And, by …
I’m prepared for this year to be stressful. Both girls have got big exams coming up. Child One has her A levels approaching faster than a runaway train, and Child Two is staring down the barrel of ten GCSEs. I know I’m lucky in that both girls are motivated and want to do well. But …
I’ve had a brilliant idea. What about a make-up range for women of a certain age? It could even be called Certain Age. There are already loads of cosmetic brands out there for teenagers – Barry M, Boots 17 and many more which I’m not cool enough to know. Women in their 20s and 30s …
Sponsored post OK, OK, we might as well just face it. It’s autumn. It’s raining. The weather is doing everything it can to remind us that we’ve made the odd choice to live in the UK and therefore must learn to put up with whatever comes our way. But we can do things to cheer …
Terrible journey to school today, taking two hours, instead of the usual hour. An hour , in itself, is bad enough, you might think. Two is definitely NOT GOOD. It certainly gave me time to get really annoyed with Radio One. When we moved back to the UK, the girls thought Capital was the coolest …
So, it was a long, hot summer and, although I was as appreciative as any Londoner (that is, not very – after 2 days we all moan our heads off about dust/traffic/pollution), it was harsh on my skin. Now, I know this is the very definition of a First World problem, but when you’ve had …
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 …