There are not many people I would sport excess facial hair for *shudder*, but obviously I had to make an exception for Tara’s Gallery , especially as world moustache expert Laura from Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy? is acting as scrutineer. Here goes then: I think you’ll agree I’m giving Jack Sparrow a run …
It was a perfectly normal school run. We were late, we’d had various arguments over breakfast about Child Two’s sudden short-sock famine and the fact that, as there is no kitchen, we can’t have cereal and are still eating off paper plates. Sometimes these arguments seem like a familiar dance, where we all know our …
We were settling down to watch telly last night when I realised something. There is almost no drama on TV these days which does not feature women getting dismembered. I don’t know if it is the time of year, or the recession, or some deeper malaise at work, but if you want to watch a drama …
Eeek! I’m dropping my car off today to have her makeover – keen readers will remember that she was vandalised on New Year’s Day. It will take a good week to restore lovely Evie (the car. Yes of course she has a name!) to her former splendour. In the meantime, I will be driving a …
Well, my new cooker was delivered yesterday. After three months of cooking on a curious heated box which the Young Ones would have turned their noses up at, this was quite an event. Unfortunately, we can’t unpack it as painting is still going on downstairs in The Dungeon, or the new kitchen as it will …
I think of all my regrets, my sharpest is not reading Flaubert’s Mme Bovary when I was younger. Somehow, I missed it out, though I’ve waded through far more than my fair share of classics. I read it only a couple of years ago when I suggested it to my book group. By that time it was …
When a kind PR offered to send me Gwyneth Paltrow’s cookery book, I must admit I rubbed my hands a bit in glee. Talk about an easy target – the macrobiotic actress who looks as though she’s never munched on anything more calorific than a leaf of rocket, actually presuming to tell the rest of …
We were wandering around Swanage in Dorset last week when we saw this sign, and Child Two nearly died laughing. She insisted on taking a picture. Well, I agree, it is funny. What does it mean, exactly? It’s not really a warning, or it would be outlined in red, wouldn’t it, I dimly remember …
What on earth am I supposed to say about the Royal Wedding? On the one hand, they seem like a nice enough couple and she has certainly done her time and I’m sure feels that she deserves her day in white tulle. But marriage? Into that family? Is that a true reward for all that …
Well, I think I’ve been very good about this whole redoing the kitchen business. I’ve only moaned about it every 2 minutes for the past five weeks. Well, every 30 seconds some days. But there are limits, even to my infinitesimal stores of patience. Today, the builders are taking down the kitchen ceiling, which involves a vast …