Dear Man with the Mower, I know that you work hard everyday providing for your family. 6:30am starts, rush hour traffic, shovelling down a quick lunch in order to get through the workload and then home at 6pm to see what the evening holds. You may find the winter a…
View PostYou might remember a few weeks ago I spoke briefly about the early morning visitor to my house. You remember? The tired looking woman who kept appearing in my bathroom mirror first thing every morning. Well, she’s still knocking about – she’s still tired. But she’s does look a little…
View PostI nearly got lost yesterday in my own kitchen. Yes. Behind a vat of roast sweet potato, which was wedged between a trough of steamed carrot & a bucket of stewed apple. Therein lies the problem with batch cooking when weaning times rolls around. You end up with (quite literally)…
View PostI thought we had been broken into in the middle of the night about 2 weeks ago. Why? Because when I got up to go to the bathroom I saw an ageing stranger staring at me from over the sink and momentarily freaked out and start dialling 999. And then I…
View PostI spent a good half an hour one morning about 5 months ago looking around my house for a dog. We don’t own a dog. But I still looked, relentless in my search. Why, I hear you ponder? Why would she be looking for a dog? The hair!!!! That’s why.…
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