“Rather a lot of parcels have arrived for you,” Dad says. “Oh, good,” I say, looking at the pile of boxes and padded envelopes on the dining room table. “What are all these packages?” Mum says, looking at me with that you’ve-gone-high-again-haven’t-you look. Or as a friend once put it: “Your mother looks terrified: as […]
E”Excuse me, do you happen to have a pig or a tapir?” I say to the manager of the shop. I’m at the place where I purchased Mum’s beaded dinosaur last week, looking for a present for Seb’s Mum. “We’ve got a sheep,” she says, standing up, moving round the front of her desk, walking over […]
“You go in there and help your father. You’re better at wine than I am,” Mum says, as we park at the warehouse. “I’ll stay in the car.” Pulling my raincoat on, I run after Dad, who’s striding towards the building. It’s raining. It’s been pouring non-stop all day. Inside, the wine warehouse has various […]
Seb is looking for a film for us to watch on the Internet. Am sleepy. Have just achieved a very nice Mexican lunch at a nearby restaurant (photo attached). Also: the Marks and Spencer here has the new flared jeans that were sold out in my local one and online. They are lovely and just […]
Now that the party season is nearly upon us, am going to make a list of other-locations-to-meet-chaps, in real life that is, rather than online. 1. The Street: A place full of men. Everywhere has one. Just step out of the front door of home, office, hospital and there it is. This is a particular […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 