I know that there will be people who completely disagree with my comments here. That’s okay, it’s fine to disagree with me! You’re wrong (obvs) but it’s fine and it’s quite possible I still love you! So, we had a vote. Unless you live in a cave or Crediton, you’ll know that the country voted… Continue reading Brexit

In an attempt to keep me in my ‘happy place’ and to encourage me to sit down for more than 2 minutes at a time, the darling that is my LSBO has bought me a subscription to Vogue magazine. It’s become my Saturday afternoon treat…I find a cozy little corner of the kitchen, make myself… Continue reading Vogue – we need to talk.

Be warned, I am feeling sorry for myself. It’s the Sunday night after two weeks away and I don’t want that alarm to go off tomorrow morning and for the sheer manicness of our lives to start again.  Saying that, I am used to the constant juggle and I know it won’t be as bad… Continue reading Toothache and a tummy

Straight away I’m gonna say that I think Boris is an utter buffoon! I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. I think he’s an duplicitous, entitled toff, who acts up and plays the political game – but I don’t think him saying that women wearing burqas look like ‘letterboxes’ is a… Continue reading Freedom

I can’t be the only that does this, surely?! The holiday countdown…the number of sleeps before a big silver bird has promised to whisk us all away to sunnier climes?! I honestly live for it – and now Easyjet (Gawd bless ’em) have provided me with an App and on the front page is states loud and… Continue reading The countdown

Now I’ve reached this middle-age milestone – and yep, my age is certainly showing around my middle as a result of the several litres of vino I’ve sunk since dry Jan ended (nearly fully dry – except for one Sat with the gorgeous Em & Sam)  –  I find myself feeling a little bit hungover,… Continue reading Things that make me smile now I’m 40.

So the team all want to go out for drinks. It’s a Thursday night, the Wharf is packed, it’s that time of the year when those that have done really well are celebrating wildly with bottles of inordinately expensive bubbles, ridiculously-aged wines and top-shelf brandies and whiskies. Those that have been shafted or have just… Continue reading To go or not to go

It’s been in the news lately so I thought I’d offer a personal opinion as to why I think organ donation is a good thing. Once upon a time – actually in 1998 – I moved into a student house in Exeter in the third year of my degree. I knew most of the people… Continue reading Donations

A lot of my friends would say I’m pretty anal when it comes to cleaning. The long-suffering bearded one would go further and probably say I am a cleaning pervert. It’s definitely down to the rigorous training received at a young age from the Zen Master and Mistress of cleaning – now known as Nanny… Continue reading Dustbuster