Guess what? I’m still not 50 yet which, evidently, entitles me to bump on about the passage of time and life’s rich tapestry until everyone is heartily sick of me. Then I saw this and – apart from the brownies bit (they’re just bits of short square cake, whatever way you look at it) – […]
This magical May
I’d rule the world, if I could remember where I put the instructions
What do you do with your underwear?
No not mine, everyone else’s. The male people in this house each have a pair of buttocks. Aged variously seven, fifteen, seventeen and fifty, the bums also range in size. Therefore, each arse owns a selection of pants. At either end of the derrière spectrum it’s very easy to tell whose is whose, it’s the […]