I need to cull our belongings. This is a truth universally known. But I am also a sentimentalist at heart. I know how you’re meant to get...

‘It means he’s sad,’ I told her. ‘It’s a metaphor. Why do you think he’s sad?’ ‘I think it’s because he misses his mummy and his sister...

It turned out that the sparkly dress I bought online and wore to the wedding yesterday was just a dress with glitter glued to it. Not...

Must dust cat. To our dear friends whose hen’s and buck’s nights we failed to attend last night, the following conversation is what we...

Approximately how many candles I will need for my birthday cake this year. It’s my birthday soon. I’ll be older than ever before. There...

Wearing my new spectacles: They make me look like Colin Firth in A Single Man. The ladies are going to swoon. Watching May Blossom’s...

Wearing sandals,  thongs, or plastic Melissa shoes. Looking at the photograph ‘Nat and the Girls’ by my clever friend John Witzig,...

Having being born with an unusually thick crop of dark hair – for an Anglo baby, at least – May Blossom is no stranger to the scissors....

My grandparents in 1931. There is a slight chance that the love of a good coat can be inherited. We are going to America in a month. This...

reading about monochromes. I had read about this phenomenon years ago here and forgotten all about it. listening to Stornoway. wearing my...