Sponsored post The very lovely people at essentials magazine have asked me to write about the most important woman in my life. They’re looking for real people to grace their magazine, which I think is a great idea. I think we’re all pretty fed up with looking at stick-thin, air-brushed women, who are meant to inspire us, but whose lives, …
I’ve just heard the thud of the post hitting the mat. And I can tell by the size of that thud that there is a good haul of catalogues included today. Yummy! What all those retailers don’t realise, though, is that, for me, leafing through the catalogues, or even surfing online for goods, has virtually …
I spent such a lot of time gazing at this screen, I sometimes forget what fun it is to get out and about. I find myself turning down invitations, making my world smaller and smaller, telling myself, and others, that I have thousands of words to get down and can’t possibly step away from the …
Thanks for all your lovely concern about my vile spam of doom. I had a reassuring voicemail today from a policeman telling me I now have an incident case number and everything, which makes me feel miles better. Ah, the comforts of bureaucracy. I was listening along, thinking how pleasantly my policeman sounded like Gene Hunt of Life on …
I’ve had various moans about spam before – people sending me comments like ‘good blog, keep up good work’ – anodyne enough, you might think, until you see that they are going by the unusual name of Sexy Asian Babes and want that published right next to their comment. Er, no, not on this blog! Then, …
The Cumbria massacre has made me think about jealousy. The girlfriend who dumped Derrick Bird via text, the terms of the family will, the fall-out between the brothers might, outwardly, make some sort of piled-up motive for the taxi driver’s actions. But the real fuel for his rage, I suspect, came from a hideous home-brewed cocktail of resentment, grief, hatred and …
I’ve done it. I’ve taken the plunge, and bought a big, metallic England flag to attach to the back of the Divorcemobile. I hummed and ha-ed a lot, as a) I know nothing about football and care much, much less and b) everyone knows only racist skinheads go around with England flags on the back …
Hello and welcome to the gorgeous Muddling Along Mummy, who is my guest for the day. It’s a wonder I’m still speaking to her, actually, as she got invited to the film premiere I so wanted to go to …..but she’s so lovely, and such a brilliant writer, that I forgive her everything. Big thanks to Littlemummy for …
People sometimes ask me why I haven’t blogged for a while. The answer is usually some horrible emotional meltdown, or computer failure, or act–of-God style impediment (getting stuck in Barbados due to volcanic ash, for instance). Of course, inertia also plays a large part. But there is one major culprit. My cat. Yes, the gorgeous …
I think I may have turned a corner. Someone from a glossy magazine asked me to write about divorce the other day – offering genuine money and everything – and I’ve decided not to. I feel as though I’ve been there, done that, picked the cotton, combed it, carded it, woven it, printed the logo …