Here’s a sentence I never thought I’d type: I feel so sorry for Nigella Lawson. She has seemed, for so long, to have had everything on the shopping list of stuff every woman is supposed to strive for. Not one, but apparently two, happy marriages, lovely children, fabulous house, brilliant career. Oh, and she’s beautiful, …
The thing I love best about the Globe Theatre is the way the people who work there smile all the time. They are courteous and helpful with the endless tourists, they explain the quirky seating patiently, they all watch the plays, peeping from behind the scenery and, best of all, they seem to be having …
My garden looks lovely at the moment – in parts. The irises have come out, but anything that needs a bit of sun on its leaves to break out into flower is staying defiantly furled. Not that I blame any of the poor, chilly plants. I am only looking at the garden out of the …
Ok, Ok, I know I complain a lot about the prevalence of serial killer shows on TV. But I am the first to admit that I am now hopelessly addicted to the BBC’s latest offering, The Fall. Gillian Anderson is mesmerising as the chilly, intensely competent and slightly Asperger’s-ish ubertec. As soon as I saw …
One of the most terrifying nights of the year looms. Though of course, it’s not really, or wouldn’t be, for a normal person. It’s a party, for goodness’ sake. People enjoy them. But for me, it’s assumed the proportions and scariness of a yeti standing on the shoulders of the Abominable Snowman, the Phantom of …
I think I must officially claim to be the first woman, ever, to have had man flu. It’s lasted two weeks and, according to my nearest and dearest, I’ve moaned throughout that fortnight non-stop. Well, why not? It’s been horrid. And everyone else moans. But now, thank goodness, I’m beginning to feel a titchy-witchy weeny …
Empires may well have risen and fallen while I’ve been a-sniffing. I don’t know, and I don’t have the energy to care. I do know of one world-shaking development, though, which I must share with you: Child Four has learnt to ride his bike. Yes, the last set of stablisers has been prised off here …
Everyone has their achilles heel – and mine is my throat. Yes, it’s an odd image, but somewhat appropriate for a gal who has been known to put her foot in it…. Anyhoo, I’ve got a horrible, horrible sore throat. I had plans to show you my latest crochet project (it’s not going very well, …
Child One had a few of her friends round the other day and they were watching Bad Education, with Jack Whitehall. If you haven’t seen it, you should – it’s funny for all the wrong reasons, and therefore quite irresistible. I watched it the first time round with Child Two, when One was all out …
“It’s so hard not to eat all the time,” said Child Two the other day as we moseyed around the Westfield shopping centre at Stratford. We had mistakenly taken the escalator into the food court (we were looking for shampoo) and we were surrounded by enormous heaps of food. I could see fudge, biscuits, chips, …