Our Kefalonian holiday was utterly lovely, though at times more adventurous than anticipated ( on which more in a moment ( Read more... )

In an uncharacteristic bout of trend-setting I managed to do in the ligaments of my left-leg just before the snows and have since been fighting for priority seats on public transport with a seasonal drove of other crippled ones. This only reinforces my earlier suspicions that I am not made for running and that no good comes of it ( Read more... )

Anyone who has ever lived with me will have become familiar with my intense mouse and rat phobia. Although over the years this has faded significantly in that I can now handle said rodents on film, in pictures and safely locked in cages it remains an ongoing issue and the only thing I hate about cat ownership ( Read more... )

While I was in the bathroom hacking up a lung, my daughter effected a way to ascend to the kitchen table, avail herself of some butter, descend again with loot and proceed to spend by all accounts a very happy 5 minutes grabbing handfuls of butter and spreading it all over herself and the kitchen floor ( Read more... )

Notting Hill Carnival after nightfall is the nearest I hope to get to the Apocalypse (Zombie or regular ( Read more... )

Thanks to hanging around playgroups all day and then going walkabout every few hours in the night, my eldest has not only infused my household with all manner of vile germs but also trashed our immune systems so much that we have all been felled like dominos ( Read more... )

Ace things about yesterday ( Read more... )

Things you think when you notice that the strange abdominal cramping you were experiencing the day before is now being accompanied by spotting: Oh, &%$..

Things you say to your GP when you call to ask for a second opinion: It's probably nothing, but...

Things your GP says back: I am making you an ultrasound appointment.Things you think when you ( Read more... )

In anticipation of the four horsemen of the apocalypse neices and nephews descending upon us next week, I agreed to help Z go buy presents for them. And as it turns out the pitfalls and assorted hells of braving IKEA on the weekend is nothing in comparison to winding up stranded in Toys'R'Us an hour before your boss's funarel ( Read more... )

Hello London! I'm back, and you have rewarded me by providing me with more pleasant weather than the United States. For that, and your well-developed network of public transportation I heartily salute you and I will be sending you personalised incoherent texts just as soon as Z remembers where he put my SIM card ( Read more... )