Now, I’m not telling you how to suck eggs, but from what I understand, ‘car boot sales’ or 'boot fairs' (if you're posh) are mainly a British phenomenon. The most similar thing you would find in the U.S. would be a flea market, I guess. In my country, people usually converge on some large … Continue reading Tables ‘o’ Crap!
This is a follow up to a post I did in 2015 – ‘Things that Make Me Go Boom’. And since this is me we’re talking about, there are too many things that drive me up the wall to be crammed into one blog, so I felt it time to do another. I had hoped … Continue reading Things that make me go (‘this is intensely irritating’) boom II
I know, I know. I’ve been lying low again. There’s no excuse. Actually, there’s a lot going on and quite a lot to write about, but none of it I actually feel at liberty to write about (I do consider myself a very honest blogger, but at the same time, it doesn’t hurt to play … Continue reading For Old Times’ Sake
A few weeks ago, an odd occurrence passed in the middle of the night. I didn’t write about it at the time because I was rather too concerned about it; too concerned to put it into a blog. Anyway, I was awakened at about three in the morning by a loud but perpetual noise in … Continue reading For the Love of a Cat😿
2017 is about to draw its final breath. 2017, of course, was unlucky enough to have to follow 2016 – which was an unbelievably sh*tty year, I think we can all agree. Everything went wrong in that year: Deaths on both a personal and celebrity level, terrible political decisions, too many kitchen appliances needing replacement…well, … Continue reading 2018: A Year of Living Dangerously…
What in the name of all this is holy possessed me to write this blog? This is akin to putting 46 candles on a birthday cake – i.e., you shouldn't! Oh well, it's my 46th birthday today ('How young you look, Adele', 'Oh gosh, thanks'), and I thought it my duty to have a stab … Continue reading 46 Things I Have Learned in 46 Years
I’m not from around these parts. The West Country, I mean. As you may know, I originate from East London - that’s where I spent the first twenty years of my life. But for the last twenty-five, Bath and its surrounds have been my spiritual (and actual) home. London got too much for me. Even … Continue reading Back to Bath: Walking in the Footsteps of Jane