I love the news that the Radio Times is featuring a Sarah Lund knitting pattern to celebrate the return of The Killing, the Danish detective show which took over my life briefly this year. Lund, in charge of the investigation and lurching wildly from suspect to suspect, famously wore the same downtrodden, bobbly snowflake-patterned jumper …
I am indebted to my big brother for the news that companies have things called ‘escalation departments’. These are places where you can go when you don’t feel your enquiry or complaint is being handled properly. Does anyone ever feel their complaint is being handled in the right way? I know from my experience with …
A friend asked me casually last week if I’d like to go to the theatre. I said yeah, why not, and rocked up last night in my old jeans covered with icing sugar (baking catastrophe, don’t ask) to the Young Vic, to realise too late I’d got the hottest ticket in town – only the …
Poor old Frankie. I do feel sorry for him, even though he can’t sing and should never have got this far on the X Factor. It’s all very well for Simon Cowell to turn round now and say it’s entirely the boy’s fault that he’s had to leave, but it’s not really as simple …
There’s something about autumn leaves falling and all the colours of the outside world changing that brings out a yearning in me. I suppose I should say it’s for poesie by the fire side, or at least for apple crumble or a bonfire or two. But in fact it’s simpler and more elemental than that. …
If you Google the word ‘cougar’, it won’t be long before the implausibly beautiful Claudia Opdenkelder pops up. The founder of Cougarlife.com, which has over 2 million users in the US, Claudia was here last week to publicise the new UK arm of her dating website, and whisked me out to lunch to tell me …
A very grown up time yesterday when I met my lovely agent in Selfridges’ new restaurant nestling in the shoe gallery (doesn’t that just sound so sophisticated? Well, it is). I must say it is sheer bliss to talk to someone else about my book. Usually it’s just me, in the still watches of the …
Gah! It’s nearly time for my half term idyll to come to an end. It’s only by the grace of God – or an inset day – that I am able to bring you this, from my dressing gown, at the shocking hour of 10.30. I have no idea how I’m going to manage waking …
Well, here we are in week two of the half term and I have descended into full teenage behaviour patterns, getting up at 12, slopping around in my dressing gown, and complaining when asked to do anything. Meanwhile, Child One is revising night and day for her dreaded GCSEs and Child Two is getting on …
My girls have TWO WEEKS OFF for half term, believe it or not, so the struggle to stop them sinking into teenage apathy is epic. Yesterday, as part of the good fight, we went off to Covent Garden to test out pizzeria Fire and Stone’s new children’s menu, designed with fellow parent blogger My Daddy …