Baby Boom
I have turned in to an expert at attending baby showers recently and have been to two in about as many days. Wild hen nights seem to have been quietly replaced without… Read More
Give it Some Welly Dahling
I do sometimes, very occasionally, miss living in England. It’s only fleeting…and often triggered by the most ridiculous things: not being able to drink earl grey tea in front of a roaring… Read More
Mobile Massage
When I started going to the gym properly rather than just faffing about, my muscles were often in such a state of protest, post work-out, that massage stopped being an indulgence and… Read More
Mind and Body of a 30-Something-Year Old but Hands Like a Granny
I have spent so much time slapping various lotions and potions on to my face since I hit 34 that I have quite forgotten about my hands. On track to becoming like… Read More
The Glamour of Prawning
Since having children, weekends are, amongst a few other things, all about trying to read the papers. All 5 sections of them. If this can be achieved in a day, mission accomplished;… Read More
The Knife Lady
We have a draw of kitchen knives in our 1960s kitchen. They should really be on a magnetic wall-mounted knife rack or in a block but they remain in the top draw… Read More
Come and Eat in My Carpark
Eating outside is an angmoh thing. English people love it. So when I turned my carport in to my dining room (my house is not big, this was valuable square footage that… Read More
