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Whilst sitting in my mother’s powder room last night, I picked up some loo reading material and was reminded that people are regularly asked for their Desert Island Discs on Radio 4. For any Brit reading this, it is somewhat of an institution and like, The Archers (or TV’s Coronation Street), is as old as time. [...]![]()
I think of all the times I’ve denied being a real writer. Laughed it off, pretended it isn’t happening. But I write. I coax words into single file, march them onwards, encourage them to grow and bend together, give birth to full sentences. My words may never set a world on fire, but to someone, [...]![]()
Today is going to be super fun! It is The Chief’s birthday and I finally have a real day off from my two jobs to spend time with friends and be girly and drink tea and eat and buy a dress and have lunch and gossip and talk about men/girls/boobs. And I cannot wait! Life [...]![]()
Not everyone gives a flying hump about my weight loss/gain chronicles, and I understand and accept that. But I feel I have to make a statement here and record my thoughts on the whole thing for posterity and so I have something to look back on if I get off track. So, here I am [...]![]()
I love my Blog. There, I said it. Let’s not beat around the bush, play games or tell lies. One of my longest running, most successful relationships is with my Blog. (Do you capitalise this word or not? I never know). While the Blog/blog you see here was only technically born two years or so [...]![]()
My cooler-than-cool mother, is the Queen of the ‘Passive Agressive’ gift, according to my brother. Neither one of us, my brother or I, have ever received such life support in the form of self-help books, Thought for the Day emails, and, certainly in my case, conversation. If there is one person I will always turn [...]![]()
I tend to do most of my blogging on the hop. This means that I am almost never really in front of the PC whacking out my best work, but on the move, at work or fannying about when an idea or turn of phrase comes to me and make me want to write about [...]![]()
On Saturday I am going to meet an old, old friend for a cup of tea and a catch up after at least four years of absence in each other’s lives. She is one of the rare people still in my life (just), that knew me when I was with The Dickhead. She knew him [...]![]()
Blah blah blah blah blah Vivienne Westwood shoes – £110! Blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah. I love my Mummy. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah! No new dress for me, I made a pact with myself, still have to shed four pounds before the [...]![]()
