How do, chaps. Firstly, what’s with this whole clergy rawring at female bishops? What possible reason could there be for saying women can’t be bishops? Arsemonkeys, say I ( Read more... )

♥ There was a cat on our threshold this morning. It was very disturbing, chiefly because I am afeared of cats (yes, foolish, I know, but that’s me for you - I blame it all on an unfortunate incident when I was little), but also because the cat itself seemed very woeful. If it’s still there when we get home, we plan to let it in ( Read more... )

Imagine funeral music. A dirge, if you will. Sombre and processional. The sky is overcast and gloomy. I’m wearing a lot of black lace. Katie’s got a black hat on. There’s a nasty wind coming down our necks and blowing our hair about. Handkerchiefs are at the ready ( Read more... )

♥ Oh. Good. Grief. I saw a girl in a cheerleader uniform on St John’s High Street.

♥ I am quite sure that parcel postage costs have gone up astronomically in the last couple of years, to an outrageous extent ( Read more... )

♥ Am tidying today. Bedroom is utter tip (as usual ( Read more... )

♥ OK. Here we go. Tonight I will be both dying my hair and cutting my fringe. It promises to be a difficult time ( Read more... )

I always find there's something peculiarly satisfying about being able to put up your hair with a single pencil.

♥ Katie reminded me last night that I have not updated you as to my fringe-cutting escapade. Now, you know my fringe-cutting escapades. You know them well. I have not spared you the smallest of gory details. Waiting until Katie was out for the evening to cut my fringe is probably the first indication of the madness that seems to envelop me every ( Read more... )

♥ Am back from France. Woot ( Read more... )

I am cutting my fringe ce soir.