Widow’s hols
For fifty years I went on holiday with Nick – from the very first time when we stayed in a mobile home...
For fifty years I went on holiday with Nick – from the very first time when we stayed in a mobile home...
I was thirteen when I finally persuaded my mother that I was old enough to have a pair of grown up stockings...
I’ve now been a widow for nine weeks and am still having to work out the practical details of a completely different...
I think a lot about obesity and about why so many people I see out and about are grossly, often morbidly, fat....
I write a lot about the performing arts I watch other people engaging in. Last week, for a change, it was my...
Money is becoming a problem in the household I share with My Loved One and the loathed Ms Alzheimers. Don’t squirm. This...
Established pub names are worth fighting for. In fact there should be some sort of preservation order on them. We have to...
So you’re good at football? Or blogging? Or acting? Good luck to you but it doesn’t make you a worthwhile children’s novelist....