I popped over to Lulu’s blog this morning at Family Affairs, and read her views on Round Robins. Gosh, she’s had a year. I’m not going to write my own as, like Rosie Scribble, I only say what I can. I sometimes feel I am fenced around with barbed wire, my own as well as …
I was going to do a really serious post today, about politics* and everything – but then I got an email in my inbox which has completely sorted out my priorities. It was from my very dear friend Johnny Boden, saying the sale is now on. He’s not actually a friend, of course – we’ve …
We have unwelcome visitors at Divorce Towers. Many, many, unwelcome visitors, and not just the iffy aunts and other assorted annoying relatives that homes sometimes become infested with at this time of year. No, it is a more ticklish, if not to say fiendishly itchy, problem. Readers of a squeamish nature may wish to look …
I wouldn’t normally venture to Oxford Street this close to Christmas. For most of the year it is a mildly uninspiring, too large but reasonably convenient shopping venue, but in mid-November something strange happens and it seems to be taken over exclusively by mad people on a mission to buy horrible things for people they …
Anyone finding it hard to get into the festive spirit? This sometimes happens to me, and I remain in denial about the imminent approach of the old chap with the big tum and red jimjams right up until the last minute – and sometimes way after his sleigh has taken off again. This year, for …
Most people do Wordless Wednesday, over here at Divorce Towers we’re not afraid to do things differently. So, on a dark, dank, drizzly December day, here’s a lovely wordy jokelette to cheer us all up, from my gorgeous friend E in Brussels: A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other what the …
Here’s a snap of the front door of Divorce Towers: Yes, yes, I know it’s still only November ….I know Christmas is aaaages away ….but actually I had my Christmas party yesterday, so I got the wreath out early and stuck it up and it did seem to help get us all in a festive mood. There …
About 400 years ago, my splendiferous friend Linda from You’ve Got Your Hands Full and Have A Lovely Time tagged me with the Picture Perfect Meme. The idea was to get your child to draw you, with – almost always – hilarious results. Then, 399 years ago, Tara from Sticky Fingers mentioned it too. Since …
This is a sponsored post I’m wary of doing much stuff that’s sponsored by companies, as I feel that the kind and lovely people who pop in here to visit me probably want something that comes genuinely from me, not a spiel from an advertiser. Sometimes, though, I do succumb – but only if I …
Go on, admit it. You’ve always suspected that the Scary School Secretary, who rules the head teacher, the pupils and the parents with a rod of iron, was about to snap. She sits there all day long, in her dust-coloured cardi, answering the phone in a pinched, hyper-polite voice as though she was a millimetre …