Anyone else watching Borgen? Anyone else, as I am, now rather down about the way things are going? Before I continue, I should point out I haven’t quite finished this week’s second episode. Shh, shh, don’t tell me what happens. I’m hoping that the lovely Prime Minister’s husband will suddenly shape up, stop shagging Sacha, …
I remember thinking, when we returned to the UK six years ago (gosh, that long already!), what a rich country it seemed to be. For me, the change seemed to be summed up by the coffee bars that had sprung up everywhere – even in Sainsbury’s. When I’d left the country, in 1989, there had …
There’s a huge hoo-ha coming our way about girls and the internet. It’s generated by an American writer and journalist called Caitlin Flanagan who, I’m sure, is utterly delightful, but comes over like someone who is never happier than when stirring up tornados in teacups. One of her previous books was subtitled Loving and Loathing …
I’m a bit shocked this morning. I’m having an ongoing cyber-row with a Swedish lady I’ve never even met. And it’s getting quite nasty. It’s all because I’ve developed a new hobby, buying our favourite china, Ostindia by Rorstrand, on eBay. Ostindia is a pretty Swedish blue and white floral patterned dinner service, with a …
So those lovely folk at Anchor asked me to make something yummy to celebrate their 125th birthday. And, better yet, they asked for an elevenses treat. So far, so excellent. As a child, I loved Winnie the Pooh, mostly because he was always ready for a little snackerel round about this time of day. Some …
I’ve got that restless, rootless feeling. There are loads of things that need doing in the house – including a major revamp of the central heating – but I can’t muster up the botheration to get it all moving, even though the bathwater is tepid every morning and the girls’ radiators are covered with ice. …
And another in my series of dodgy car number plates snapped badly with my iPhone while I’m on the school run. I wonder what this lady driver’s friends say to her when she asks:”does my bum look fat in this?”
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a fringe. And it’s always been a pain. Every time I see a photo of myself, I grind my teeth thinking, ‘that fringe is too long/short/tufty/a total mess.’ I’ve tried different partings, made trickier by the fact that I have a double crown so that my …
I couldn’t quite believe it when I heard Nick Clegg, or ‘the Cleggster’ as I now think of him after reading the Guardian’s Westminster Digested column, beseeching British business to copy John Lewis. Is there anyone out there who doesn’t just adore John Lewis? First it was the huggable Christmas ad, flying in the face …
I had a dream ….. unfortunately it wasn’t about racial harmony, a solution to the economic crisis, world peace, or, well, anything remotely serious at all. Of course not. I’m deeply shallow. It was about pets. The star of my subconscious show was a rabbit. Well, two rabbits, actually. Child Two, who has always been mad …