Next month, I’m taking Child Two to see my old university, St Andrews. No one is more surprised about this than me. I’m surprised to be going back there for the first time, surprised to have a daughter the right age (or almost) for uni and surprised that she’s interested. Most of my stories about …
Sponsored Well, no sooner do I demand make-up for women of a certain age, than the clever old universe drops the answer right in my lap. Elizabeth Arden! Of course. The skincare, scent and makeup brand may be over a hundred years old, but it’s still looking every bit as smart as paint. And, by …
I’m prepared for this year to be stressful. Both girls have got big exams coming up. Child One has her A levels approaching faster than a runaway train, and Child Two is staring down the barrel of ten GCSEs. I know I’m lucky in that both girls are motivated and want to do well. But …
I’ve had a brilliant idea. What about a make-up range for women of a certain age? It could even be called Certain Age. There are already loads of cosmetic brands out there for teenagers – Barry M, Boots 17 and many more which I’m not cool enough to know. Women in their 20s and 30s …
Terrible journey to school today, taking two hours, instead of the usual hour. An hour , in itself, is bad enough, you might think. Two is definitely NOT GOOD. It certainly gave me time to get really annoyed with Radio One. When we moved back to the UK, the girls thought Capital was the coolest …
So, it was a long, hot summer and, although I was as appreciative as any Londoner (that is, not very – after 2 days we all moan our heads off about dust/traffic/pollution), it was harsh on my skin. Now, I know this is the very definition of a First World problem, but when you’ve had …
I’m so glad we’re not going to war. I’d been scanning the papers last week with an increasingly doomy feeling in the pit of my stomach, as tension was ramped up over Syria and David Cameron made it clear he would even come back from holiday – it was that serious – to drag the …
I think I left you half-way through our staycation, when TL and I spent a whole week moseying around London as though we owned it, seeing stuff we hadn’t visited before, with not a single child in tow. So here’s the next slice of our cultural crash course. One of our treats was to have …
Bit of a shock the other day – a postcard dropped through the letterbox, featuring a large picture of a young girl, in great distress, soaking wet, make-up running, apparently covered in bruises and clutching a few shreds of clothing around her naked shoulders. She’d obviously had a horrible time – raped, battered, something horrible …
Charles Saatchi’s bizarre stunt yesterday, using his almost-grown up daughter, Phoebe, to attack Nigella Lawson for ‘heartlessness’, seems to be an attempt to claim back the moral high ground. While he now has an unenviable reputation as a public wife-strangler and probably a much worse sort of monster in private, Nigella was widely seen in …