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Every Christmas, we spend a lot of time driving around the UK, visiting family, and one thing this year was inescapable: the children in our lives, our godchildren, our nieces and nephews and the children of cousins, are growing up. … Continue reading
â€œI donâ€™t want to be a King,â€ protested Arthur, when told that he had to participate in the annul family nativity show. â€œI donâ€™t want to and you canâ€™t make me.â€
If you live far away from your family, Skype can transform your laptop into a magical time space portal, beaming you straight into a living room where your niece can sing you the song sheâ€™s learned to be an angel … Continue reading
Today is epiphany. Time to take down the Christmas decorations, sweep up pine needles and surrender to the inevitable gloom that comes with the realization; the holidays are well and truly over now.
There’s not a whole lot of romance in the methodist church. Believe me. I was in the youth club.
The Royal wedding is over. No more dress speculation, no more gossipy documentaries, no more newspaper specials and magazine picture spreads. No more wearing the QVC ring in public without looking a bit odd. Itâ€™s such a downer. A double … Continue reading
I am prone to blushing, and not in a sweet fresh faced English rose sort of way. Unlike Amazing Grace, who generally looks like a commercial for Benefit tint. Things are going well with Alex. Blush. Heâ€™s basically living with … Continue reading
Jonathan and I officially â€œdonâ€™t doâ€ Valentines Day. We will not be taken in by cards with kittens on them, or by Snoopy-themed chocolates. No set price menus including duck, a chocolate dipped strawberry and a swirl of raspberry coulis … Continue reading
This Dinner Will Get You Laid â€“ An Arabian Nights Feast – Moroccan Chicken Tagine with Lemons, Cous Cous with Pomegranates and Green Salad with Oranges
â€œIt may well have been the most depressing day of my entire life,â€ said the woman to her friend sitting next to me while water bubbled around our feet and manicurists took up their pumice stones and files with sadomasochistic … Continue reading
Weâ€™re experiencing something of an Indian summer in New York. After lugging my coat around with me all last week, Iâ€™ve decided to take my new beret (a brave fashion choice that Iâ€™m not entirely sure about yet) out of … Continue reading