Just in case you’ve been on Mars over the New Year – it’s been snowing. It’s not just children who regard snow with wonder and awe in the UK. It’s absolutely everyone, from innocent (ahem) divorcees like me to, apparently, the Mayor of London, all gritters and salt-spreaders, train drivers, coach drivers and bus drivers. Heaven forfend anyone …
The fiendish (but very lovely) Tara of Sticky Fingers fame has decided to make everyone’s brains work overtime this New Year by setting a near-impossible meme – choose your favourite photo and say why. Sounds easy enough, doesn’t it? But try doing it. Once upon a time, I would have picked a wedding photo – …
I’ve made a resolution …….not to make any resolutions. The girls have been asking me for some time now what my resolutions will be. Theirs are: Child One – to eat less chocolate (which worries me as she has suddenly become quite weight-conscious. She has finally realised there is a connection between eating large amounts …
As we are now enjoying that curious ceasefire in the festivities between Christmas and New Year, let me show you exactly why the tree at Divorce Towers is never, ever, ever going to make it into the pages of World of Interiors. Every time my back is turned, a certain furry someone creeps into the …
Violet Posy, and her lovely Christmas Decorations Tour Carnival, have got me thinking. Every family’s christmas tree tells a story. Last night, before I saw Violet’s post, I was laughing at ours. Well, mostly at our rather stately angel. There she sits at the top of the tree, in her velvet robes with real feather wings, …
Subject: Guidance for the singing of Festive Songs: I am hugely indebted to the lovely S for passing on this important memo – just in time for your school carol service! Singing Christmas carols is no easy matter at the best of times and I’m sure we’d all agree that help of this sort is vital to …
I popped over to Lulu’s blog this morning at Family Affairs, and read her views on Round Robins. Gosh, she’s had a year. I’m not going to write my own as, like Rosie Scribble, I only say what I can. I sometimes feel I am fenced around with barbed wire, my own as well as …
I was going to do a really serious post today, about politics* and everything – but then I got an email in my inbox which has completely sorted out my priorities. It was from my very dear friend Johnny Boden, saying the sale is now on. He’s not actually a friend, of course – we’ve …
We have unwelcome visitors at Divorce Towers. Many, many, unwelcome visitors, and not just the iffy aunts and other assorted annoying relatives that homes sometimes become infested with at this time of year. No, it is a more ticklish, if not to say fiendishly itchy, problem. Readers of a squeamish nature may wish to look …
Anyone finding it hard to get into the festive spirit? This sometimes happens to me, and I remain in denial about the imminent approach of the old chap with the big tum and red jimjams right up until the last minute – and sometimes way after his sleigh has taken off again. This year, for …