I used, when it all kicked off, to send myself emails as things occured to me. (I still do.) And now, sometimes when I am looking for other things, I find them. They give me a jolt – I have usually forgotten the incidents and thoughts. And they make me cry. Continue reading That Was The Good News.
For years – more than 20 – I cooked for the family. Five of us. More or less everything we ate, until the children went to school and had lunch there. My husband used to eat out on expenses during the day and when travelling on business (supposedly). Continue reading First the Lasagne, now the Fruit Bowl
Of course it’s not true that when the going gets tough, the tough go to Waitrose. I know that.
Truer perhaps to say that when the going gets tough, I go to Waitrose. Continue reading Addicted to Waitrose
Hoarding. I met a friend today who is starting a business as a declutterer, and I’ve been mulling this over. We think of hoarding in terms of stuff. Continue reading Keeping The Best Till Last or Fear of Running Out
I used to read stuff like ‘you can taste the love’ and think ‘phooey!’ Now I’m not so sure. Continue reading My Food Tastes Of Resentment