This weekend, thousands of parents will be loading their cars full of new pans, duvet covers, the odd mini-fridge and enough fairy lights to illuminate the skies for a year. University move-in day! Tense teenagers and anxious parents – never a good combination – will try to make small talk in the car. Each trying…
A little something from the archives. The Mister and I fall back onto the bed, hot and panting, sweat glistening our skin. Oi! Eyes up top. It was nothing like that; we’d just finished putting the duvet cover on. This is what counts for excitement in middle-aged life. I feel I should point out that…
A little something from the archives. The Mister and I fall back onto the bed, hot and panting, sweat glistening our skin. Oi! Eyes up top. It was nothing like that; we’d just finished putting the duvet cover on. This is what counts for excitement in middle-aged life. I feel I should point out that…
Greetings, gorgeous ones. How has your week been? I’ve been visited by the Lady Covidia; throat scarred with razor blades, mind numbing fatigue and muscle aches that have left me winded. After a long weekend in bed, I was feeling if not better then less ill, but then my sense of taste disappeared, I felt…
Bore da Chickens, I know you weren’t expecting to hear from me today after all the drama about my flaps (really, that joke never gets old). I could get badges made, ‘Ask me about my Flaps!’ You know how I might have mentioned I’d written a book? You know the one with the fabulous…
Bore da, my lovelies. Did I mention I was writing a book? Funny, it must have slipped my mind... Well, the day is finally here, and I can reveal the cover and title of my new book. I am so excited to share it with you guys first. I can’t tell you how much I…
I’ve lost my reading classes, so if this post has more than the usual number of spilling mistakes you’ll know why. The last time I remember having them, I was squinting through one lens attempting to dye my eyebrows, the other half of the glasses balanced on my head, all skew-whiff. I’d look where I’d…
‘I’m off to Morrisons to collect my meds, do we need anything,’ the Mister asks? There was a time when a trip to Morrisons was all about a bottle of wine and a pizza, now it’s more likely to be a search for HRT and blood pressure pills. ‘Will you bring me something nice?’ I…
