I’ve done it. I’ve taken the plunge, and bought a big, metallic England flag to attach to the back of the Divorcemobile. I hummed and ha-ed a lot, as a) I know nothing about football and care much, much less and b) everyone knows only racist skinheads go around with England flags on the back …
Hello and welcome to the gorgeous Muddling Along Mummy, who is my guest for the day. It’s a wonder I’m still speaking to her, actually, as she got invited to the film premiere I so wanted to go to …..but she’s so lovely, and such a brilliant writer, that I forgive her everything. Big thanks to Littlemummy for …
People sometimes ask me why I haven’t blogged for a while. The answer is usually some horrible emotional meltdown, or computer failure, or act–of-God style impediment (getting stuck in Barbados due to volcanic ash, for instance). Of course, inertia also plays a large part. But there is one major culprit. My cat. Yes, the gorgeous …
I think I may have turned a corner. Someone from a glossy magazine asked me to write about divorce the other day – offering genuine money and everything – and I’ve decided not to. I feel as though I’ve been there, done that, picked the cotton, combed it, carded it, woven it, printed the logo …
Off to Soho at the weekend to see the Tooth Fairy – a charming tale of a professional ice hockey player whose game, and life, have slipped. He spends his days reducing grown men to tears, by whacking the teeth out of their heads on the ice, and his evenings making children sob by telling them …
A huge thank you to the lovely E for sending me these pictures: Getting the school bus, Japanese-style: Quite swanky, you might think. Well, look inside: Yep, computers and desks! Here they are in use: And here’s how they get to school in India: I wonder who has more fun?!
Those lovely folk at Ready for Ten asked my offspring to take part in their political meme. Child Two was simply too busy to oblige, but I managed to snatch five minutes with Child One. As you will see, she is really the one who should be voting tomorrow, not me, as she is ten times …
Hello darlings, I know I promised you the full gen on my protracted holidays, but a certain amount of hissing and booing at the school gates has made me aware that people may not have total sympathy for the Barbados contingent of volcationers. I’ve also taken a lot longer than I thought to scale the mountain …
Well, we’re back. I can’t pretend we’ve suffered terribly as ash refugees. I’ve just been looking at those pictures of poor people sleeping on the floor of Bangkok airport ( I hope they had some Cillit Bang to give the place a good going over before lying down) and I had loads of texts and …
We are having the time of our lives in Barbados – seeing the wild shores of Bathsheba, rummaging through the hot shops of Bridgetown, eating snapper, mahi-mahi and breadfruit every night as the ocean laps behind us. There is just one leeetle tiny problem ….. somewhere, thousands of miles away in Europe, there is some volcano …