It’s going to be a bit of a pick and mix post today, I’m afraid – my head is all over the place as I fail to pack, fail to print out a boarding card, and fail to get the slightest bit organised for a lovely bloggy trip to Port Aventura near Barcelona in Spain. …
I’m a bit worried about sex. Not for myself, you understand – though I did get a dirty tweet today on Twitter, yikes – but for Child One. Since arriving in the UK three years ago, she has ‘done’ sex as part of the national curriculum every year. Presumably every time, this is er, gone …
Interesting news from Australia, where a Government-sponsored report is saying that children under the age of 2 should not watch telly. My immediate, cheap, thought is that, in the land that gave us Neighbours, probably the Government should ban everyone from watching telly. But actually, I love Neighbours and so do my girls. I do …
In a pathetic and blindingly obvious attempt to cheer myself up in the midst of ghastly domestic anguish which, these days, I am too noble to blog about directly, I bring you my Divorce Top Ten. It’s a list of all the terrific advantages of life as an EWAG, or ex-wife and girlfriend. For any …
In times of trouble, there’s nothing more comforting than a yummy read, and Alexander McCall Smith’s The Dog Who Came In From the Cold is just that (though I have to say typing all those capitals is pretty exhausting! From now on I’m calling it simply Dog). I’m not sure how many installments there will …
Hello my dearest readers, Welcome to the new me! As you can see, I’ve had a little work done – though I swear that the picture at the top is one hundred and twenty per cent accurate – and I hope you’ll love it as much as I do. Go on, have a play with …
You know you have writer’s block when: 1. You do little sums in your head to work out how many words you’ve already written and how many you still have to go before you hit the target of 500 a day. 2. These little sums get more and more complicated and start to involve calculators, …
Eventually I had to fight myself out of the cosy embrace of the Dog Who Came In From the Cold and trudge to the Barclays &*$%£ Bank in the Village, to present myself in person to be chastised for forgetting my codes, my mother’s maiden name and my full postal address – and also to …
I’m settling down to read my next five chapters of The Dog Who Came In From the Cold, next to my cosy little fire, and right in front of my delectable alcove cupboards which are CLOSED and hiding the hideous telly. Things simply couldn’t be much better …….except, of course, that as ever, a vile …
Ladies and gentlemen, I have a dream. It’s not about peace and harmonee for the whole world, I’m sad to say, though I’m perfectly happy to get behind that as and when. No, it’s a simpler, purer dream. My dream is to shut my TV inside a cupboard. I’ve always had a thing about the …