As you know, I am an old hand at the Battle of the Sexes. If they were giving out medals for those who have entered this particular field of combat and emerged, bloodied but unbowed, I would have the Distinguished Service Order several times by now. Sometimes, as part of my continued effort to understand …
The girls were taken off camping this weekend by a dear friend who recognised that this was the only way the little angels would ever get a taste of life under canvas. I could just about manage a camper van, if there were enough Cath Kidston accessories thrown in, but I could certainly never cope …
Thanks to Joanne at Parentdish for including me in the Friday round-up. I’m a bit slow off the mark with the link (well, it’s the summer holidays …..I can hardly get up before 11 these days) but here it is: http://www.parentdish.co.uk/2009/07/17/mummy-bloggers-friday-roundup/ Dulwich Divorcee
I got the shock of my life when I popped in to tend my blog last night. There, just under my last post, was a large advert with a banner headline saying: ‘Sexy Arab Ladies.’ I must admit I did a double-take. How on earth had that got there? I am used to seeing the …
Right, now those school prize givings are over, I’m elbowing the headmistress out of the way and having my very own private prize giving ceremony. I swish up to the podium in my finest fishtail taffeta – in emerald green, since you ask. Around my neck is a simple choker of precious stones, given to …
Something very odd is happening. It is Day Two of the summer holidays, a moment when, for many years past, I have been an exhausted wreck already doodling ‘3rd September’ on the telephone pad and looking yearningly at the Back To School pencil case displays in the supermarkets. But today, here I am in front …
Right, now those school prize givings are over, I’m elbowing the headmistress out of the way and having my very own private prize giving ceremony. I swish up to the podium in my finest fishtail taffeta – in emerald green, since you ask. Around my neck is a simple choker of precious stones, given to …
As I sit here, waiting for those lovely chaps from John Lewis to deliver a new tumble drier, I realise a theme is emerging. I am also waiting for a Tesco delivery, which was supposed to come between 9 and 11. The time is inching up to 10.47, and Tesco is playing with fire. I …
I don’t know about you, but things are beginning to get on top of me. School seems to have turned into a blur of summer fairs, recitals, sports day T-shirts needing finding, then ironing, concerts, very contentious prize-givings (why hasn’t my lubly Child Two got one, may I just ask? Grrrrr!). Meanwhile, holiday plans with …
Check out London commuters mourning Michael Jackson in their own special way: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6EDAZ3crdY&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Flondon%2Dunderground%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2F2009%2F06%2Fmichael%2Djackson%2Dtube%2Dthriller%2Ehtml&feature=player_embedded In fact, this was shot to celebrate the 25th anniversary of Thriller, but it seems appropriate today. I lifted the link from fellow tweeter @jackschofield, thank you! I love the fact that no-one, but no-one stares as the dancers get wilder and …