I had my hair done last week.
It’s always a bit of a treat. A few hours on my own, drinking Earl Grey tea and munching on those little rectangular caramelised biscuits while chatting about life with the lovely man cutting my hair. He is called, Gerri. Continue reading
Mabel was going to be the next top child model. I’d been convinced by a number of people telling me that she was so photogenic that I needed to send her picture in to some model agencies. Continue reading
My favourite jumper has a stain. It’s small, but it’s noticeable. A bright orange stain on my lovely light grey, hand-wash-only, woollen jumper. Continue reading
Words by my dad……
Perhaps I shouldn’t put pen to paper once more, but I thought you would like to know the latest news. Continue reading
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My kids fight. Not proper punch ups or anything, just normal bickering which sometimes leads to shoving (Martha) or elbow barging (Archie), tapping on the head in a patronising manner (Martha) or tripping up his sisters as he nonchalantly walks past (Archie). Continue reading
Last week, while minding my own business and trying to get some work done, I overheard my regular lunchtime companion, Jeremy Vine talk about how his next radio guest was a lady called Wendy. Continue reading
Heroes come in all shapes and sizes (and, no, I don’t mean those miniature chocolates that seem to get smaller each Christmas).
If I were to ask Archie, aged 11 who his hero is, he would either name Andy Murray, or possibly now Kyle Edmund, or some footballer who earns more each month than many people earn in a lifetime. Continue reading
