Once upon a time, four child-free days would have been a dream come true. Nowadays I dread sending my little dears off – it happens much too often and gives me much, much too much time to think. A friend in a similar leaky boat told me the secret is to keep busy, so I …
Three little words just aren’t enough these days. I remember a time when I thought that they would always cover every possible emotion and say it all for me. Until my stepmother rang yesterday and told me she was going to start reading my blog. Oh My God!!! See how inadequate that is? I really …
Ah, to be in Dulwich, now that summer’s nearly here …is actually rather a pain. Much as I adore the general scenic leafiness all around, as Dulwich’s premier (only) divorcee, I can report that there is not a single, single man to be had anywhere in the vicinity. Of course, this mattered not a jot, …
Off to see B, who lives the dream, with a tall handsome husband, three gorgeous well-behaved children and a beautiful house containing a dog, two cats ……and a rabbit. Into even the most well-ordered lives, the odd wrinkle must occasionally intrude and, as far as I can see, the wrinkle in this case has a …
Ah, summer. It was balmy and warm like this in those far off days (two years ago) when I was house-hunting in Dulwich, with True Love at my side. The tales he would spin me of the life in store! The things we would do, the places we would go …..actually, there was none of …
True Love assures me of his eternal devotion, from the safety of his bachelor pad on the other side of the South Circular, but I confess I have spent the past days musing more and more often on the interesting topic of Lamborghini Dad at school. I’ve never been the type to show even a …
Off on a school trip with my adorable child number two, who is still, bless her, of an age to be enthusiastic about my accompanying the class – though she did, at one point, turn to me and say, ‘Mummy, you’re shouting.’ After that, I know that my days of ‘helping’ the teachers (by chatting …
As Dulwich’s foremost expert on divorce (as you know, I am actually the only person in Dulwich who is divorced, the rest of the place being stuffed with ridiculously happy couples) I expect you have all been waiting for my pronouncement on the recent McCartney split. In fact, I find it quite hard to be …
Off to a coffee morning with a friend who frets beautifully about her carbon footprint. This is something I can’t really get the hang of at all – I just cannot be arsed about where my baby sweetcorns come from, and whether they flew, came on a bicycle or simply showed a lot of firm …
As I hurtle across the sitting room sofa, tissue in hand, to splat yet another moth, it occurs to me that there are several things I am currently doing wrong. One is, undoubtedly, approaching the moth from this angle. It can end only in the escape of the insect, or a broken leg for me. …