Sponsored Post Those clever folk at Tesco have asked me to point some stuff out to you which, I must admit, I didn’t know myself. I expect, like me, you always proffer your Tesco clubcard when you’re asked to at the till. And I expect that, like me, you basically then think no more about it. But …
I keep on having strange dreams. Last night, I dreamed that a friend, who a few years ago had her entire kitchen revamped, had suddenly knocked down the whole lot and replaced everything with a very odd, corridor-like extension. She was now having a corridor-warming party that we were all at, and, after squeezing past …
An enormous sense of relief today after a night out with my book club chums – my flesh-and-blood book club, not my virtual one, though it would be brilliant to organise a get-together with my cybereading friends. We were talking about a newspaper report saying doctors often refuse treatment when they have a serious illness …
As it’s now so close to Valentine’s Day you can almost smell the red roses, I’ve got a lovely giveaway for you. It’s courtesy of those gorgeous big softies at eHarmony. All you have to do is hop over to their facebook page and like their competition, then leave a comment on my blog. All …
And now, for the lovely English Mum, and anyone else with a passionate interest in teapots/scams/the concept of caveat emptor, I present a series of photos of my dodgy teapot, contrasted with the genuine article. Prepare to be (mildly) outraged. And now, some photos of the genuine article. These are close-ups of a coffee pot …
For all those of you sweet enough to worry long into the night (don’t deny it, I know you have) over my Swedish Teapot Situation, here’s an update. Tradera, the Swedish version of eBay, sent me a very pleasant email, sympathising with my situation and suggesting that I contact the seller. Doh! As I had …
Anyone else watching Borgen? Anyone else, as I am, now rather down about the way things are going? Before I continue, I should point out I haven’t quite finished this week’s second episode. Shh, shh, don’t tell me what happens. I’m hoping that the lovely Prime Minister’s husband will suddenly shape up, stop shagging Sacha, …
I remember thinking, when we returned to the UK six years ago (gosh, that long already!), what a rich country it seemed to be. For me, the change seemed to be summed up by the coffee bars that had sprung up everywhere – even in Sainsbury’s. When I’d left the country, in 1989, there had …
There’s a huge hoo-ha coming our way about girls and the internet. It’s generated by an American writer and journalist called Caitlin Flanagan who, I’m sure, is utterly delightful, but comes over like someone who is never happier than when stirring up tornados in teacups. One of her previous books was subtitled Loving and Loathing …
I’m a bit shocked this morning. I’m having an ongoing cyber-row with a Swedish lady I’ve never even met. And it’s getting quite nasty. It’s all because I’ve developed a new hobby, buying our favourite china, Ostindia by Rorstrand, on eBay. Ostindia is a pretty Swedish blue and white floral patterned dinner service, with a …