“If you’ve got your feet in a uni-slipper, concentrate on being comfy instead of wearing yourself out jumping upstairs.”I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but the internet runs on quotes. Wise, appropriate, succinct and preferably on a soft-focus sunset background. And most of them are mush. Like Big Macs for the soul.“If you […]
Locked in Waterstones for the night – book me in
Imagine it. A night to yourself. The luxury of pleasing yourself. Piles of books stand attentive – you can dip in for a paddle or wallow for hours. There are no children, no housework, nothing else to do. When you’re peckish, there’s a coffee shop. You might have to help yourself, but that’s OK. That’s […]
Tea time and the vortex of doom
Scoffing another fishfinger even though I’m stuffed. Seven and a half minutes and it’ll be The Archers and, before long it’s bed time. Yawn. Evening after evening. Nothing gets accomplished except bickering, cajoling and over eating. It’s not as if I don’t have high hopes. I dash home – usually extracting Boy Three from whichever […]