“I’m very sad, mummy,” said Boy Three from his seat in the back of the car. We were on the way home last night – the night before St Valentine’s Day. “What’s the matter, honey bun?” I asked. This isn’t an unusual exchange. Often it’s the Worst Day in the World. […]
50 Shades of… put it away love, it’s not big or clever
It’s inescapable, isn’t it? The grunting, lunging, lashing and lip biting everywhere. Yuk.Mr Grey will see you now. Whatever. Lots of unappetising double entendres and pictures of improbably perfect people looking intense, moody and bloody uncomfortable. Might account for the mood though. In case you hadn’t noticed 50 Shades of Grey the movie is out. And it’s […]
Romance as a new parent: Or don’t bring me flowers, the kids would only knock them over.
Book review – Paris Kiss by Maggie Ritchie
There’s ever such a slight downward plunge in the spirits when I learn that a friend has got a publishing deal. Mostly it’s nothing more than garden variety envy. Green-eyed jealousy that they’ve done it and I haven’t got my act together/the talent. Ho hum. There’s also that extra weight to the sinking that comes from the […]
School dinners: not so nasty now…
I’ve got a theory. (OK, several)I think that school dinners are something we love to hate, that we’re conditioned to grumble about. Like the weather, the end of the holidays, children and housework. All of which (apart from housework) have much going for them if you think about it hard enough. It’s a British thing. I’m […]