Hurray! The lovely Tara over at Sticky Fingers has chosen a subject this week for her Gallery that even I, the world’s worst photographer, can enter. It’s favourite photos. My favourite photo is, of course, of my girls. It was taken five years ago, on a gorgeous, crisp, snowy New Year’s Day in Brussels. It’s …
You learn a lot about your friends when you accidentally spam them with a graphic invitation to improve their sexual performance. I first realised I had a computer virus on Saturday when I started getting stacks of those ‘postmaster delivery status notification messages’ piling up in my inbox. I suppose it shouldn’t have been a …
I’m sorry, but this global recession thing is just getting too damn personal. First I lose my lovely little part-time job. Then a nice restaurant in the village, Piaf, suddenly closes down with virtually no warning. And now I hear that the handbag shop, Jags, has also gone for good. This is doubly sad as, …
There’s nothing worse than seeing your child upset, and knowing there’s nothing you can do about it. Unless it’s knowing that, even if you could do something about it, you really, really shouldn’t. Teenage girls get themselves in a terrible tangle with their social arrangements, and learning to dig themselves out of holes, even deep …
It seems to be my month for moral dilemmas. No sooner have I decided to spill the beans on Jane Bennett joining my pilates class (and she wasn’t there last Friday, I hope it wasn’t something I said!) than another thorny problem rears its head. A lady from a newspaper asked to interview me about …
Consternation in Divorce Towers this morning as today is D Day for the new recycling system. I’m sure most people would skip through today with a merry laugh but, for me, it seems like yet another cumbersome hoop to climb through, while trying not to trip over in my new high-heeled ankle boots (they’re lovely …
Once I stopped howling with laughter at lovely Englishmum’s recent post, Jason Darulo and Hoolahoopgate, I started thinking about song lyrics. Englishmum, bowling along in her car with hoolahoops cascading out of the back, was singing: ‘I’m so sorreeee that it didn’t work out… I’m movin’ on… I’m so sorreee but it’s over now, have …
I know the day is coming when I will have to *shudder* welcome teenage boys to Divorce Towers. Much as I would like my darling girls to continue playing with their My Little Ponies into old age, I do accept that time has moved on. For one thing, they just don’t spend as much time combing out …
I fear I must report a heinous crime. One of my window boxes has been stolen. I realise that, in the grand scheme of things, this is not a serious matter. Far, far worse stuff happens all the time, often to me. But somehow, in a weekend of shocks, betrayals, reversals and disillusionments (yes, we’ve been …
I have spent the morning wrestling with a moral dilemma. Someone new has joined my pilates class. Someone *gasp* famous. Someone, moreover, who appears in my absolute favourite TV series ever. I mean, ever. Ever. I have watched it a million times. I have forced my children to watch it. It has inspired a host of …