It’s not the dinky pack of essentials – a pen, socks, ear plugs and body lotion, since you ask. And it’s not the deserted lounge car where you just know so many personal dramas have played. Nor is it the strangeness of being in your pyjamas in the heart of a busy station in a […]
Batman: the hamster returns
Poetry is not the most important thing in life… I’d much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets
Review: Ozeri Green Earth Pan 20cm
Pans. Not anywhere near as interesting as the fried egg or sauted mushrooms they contain. Fact. However, I got sent an Ozeri Green Earth pan to review and review it I will. The blurbThis pan is coated with Greblon (which, admittedly, sounds made up), but it’s actually a ceramic coating that is non-stick but also non-toxic. It […]
At the airport…
Thump down the car boot. Clunk. March towards departures, your case trolly-trundles obedient. Your footsteps a decisive clip-clap. But where are you going, so certainly, so fast?A work thing – dull and dutiful? An adventure, change flights, time zones – never been here before, oh my? Or do you dash to your lover, flesh simmering-ripe […]
10 inspiring quotes you don’t need
“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 […]