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
The fact is I don’t want a job. Continue reading I’m Just A Shirker
That’s twice in one week I have heard someone talking about hop picking in Kent. Continue reading Itchy Feet
I’m trying to say ‘yes’. Continue reading More Input!
We call it ‘the annex’. Continue reading Mrs Tiggywinkle
My horrible new house in the armpit of outer London was drastically extended by the previous owners. I bought it in such a panic that I really didn’t take in very much: it was in an area I had never heard of, far less visited, it looked OK when I had a quick visit, didn’t seem to need work, and was not too far from the tube. Any port in a storm. Continue reading Not So Fast, Sunshine
So I got an interview for the nanny job. Continue reading Catching a Cold