Look at me, posing in the garden like a true pro, mouth clamped shut to avoid exposing missing teeth. Beside me, my fabulous mum, Eileen. Mum had always wanted to have ballet lessons but with
Childhood Memories of Denmark
It dawned on me yesterday that it’s not long before our trip to Copenhagen. Writing a list as we speak, although the first thing I’ve scribbled down is ‘Write a list’. Have money to sort
Catching crabs
On Sunday you may remember I was recalling my rowing days at Cambridge and comparing my failures with my dad’s successes. Jody, who blogs at about last weekend, commented that she had also failed at rowing: too
So beginneth the new kitchen
This photo shows where our old boiler used to live. It lives here no longer. There wasn’t anything wrong with it, as such, but it was elderly, creaking, probably not very green and, with a
Shame about the Boat Race
Dad, 1954/5, rowing for Emmanuel I was so disappointed yesterday when Cambridge lost the University Boat Race. I think it affected me rather more usual as I wasn’t able to share the occasion with my
Vibrators in the mini-bar
The new W London hotel has recently opened, the first UK branch of an American chain of uber-chic luxury hotels, but my eyes popped out like gobstoppers when I read that in their mini-bars, termed ‘munchie
The Gallery – Education – Golden Wonders
One of my very few sporting successes occurred in 1974 when I was 10. Our netball team from Chapel House Middle School, Newcastle, won the Golden Wonder Winter Tournament in our first season in competitive
Mum’s Gone to fill in the blanks…
It’s ages since I’ve partaken in a bit of meme. You know how it is: you wait to be tagged in some “You’re a brilliant blogger, I wish I could write like you and you make