Hair WoesIt is nice to know that even in these times of economic uncertainty and social upheaval some things remain the same, and my Hairdresser Curse is as powerful as it has ever been. I am not sure why whenever I say "Shoulderlength hair plase" it is heard as "Chop! Chop more! Go wild! Bonus points if you can make Nina's head look like a ( Read more... )

1:00 am In the process of attempted conflict-resolution I have a stupid and ridiculous hissed fight with Z about what I said that he said that I said, whose main points are my irritation at his selective listening and the fact that I feel extra-cranky from the virus. I stalk off to the living room with my Kindle ( Read more... )

On Wednesday Z and I took time off from work and painted our living room mustard yellow.* It was like the paralympics of painting since we both woke up with horrendous sinus headaches and generic dreadfulness. The only thing that convinced us to try lifting our heads from pillows and our arms above our heads was the fact that we had been planning ( Read more... )

Eating cake in bed with Z is bad for the waistline but good for the soul.

Alas, the best thing I can say about Never Let Me Go is that Keira Knightley dies in it.

I appear to have accomplished very little today. I blame this on Helena's newfound passion for hurtling drunkenly around the house pulling things off shelves and out of drawers, leaving them behind like a trail of breadcrumbs to help her find her way back to the wood. A trail that I, like the birds in the story, keep picking up in her wake. This is ( Read more... )

There are 5 half-written and semi-literate posts in my drafts, where they have been sitting for two months thus proving definitively that children being seen and not heard was what allowed Victorians to be a productive people ( Read more... )

I'm not really a fan of One Born Every Minute. I watched a couple of episodes of the first season but couldn't really stomach it afterwards because most of the men came across as unsupportive assholes and the series seemed to be portraying only a particular kind of birth. (Hospitalised, and medicalised. Lots of important looking machines, not much ( Read more... )

I was recently struck down with a virus of such sudden onset and visciousness, that the only rational explanation I could come up with was a voodoo curse. Perhaps a voodoo curse wielded by Gillian McKeith to curb any pre-holiday gluttony and joie de vivre ( Read more... )

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One of the ways in which the blogging world continues to inspire me is to make me want to create things of beauty. To name but a few, Ryan Marshall takes wonderful photographs*; Holly Burns does lovely art and craft things in her house and has been the force behind inspiring me to actually make my bed every day, because it looks nicer and makes me ( Read more... )