My little family is about to take a little break. Not from each other, but from the city and work, from battling for parking and crowded...

Silver. Silver. Silver. White. Black. Silver. Black. Black. Silver. RED! Dark Blue. Silver. Silver. The cars are so montone these days...

Anyway, My Kitchen Rules is a cooking competition, and last night the competitors each had to choose a dish and cook it in ninety...

May Blossom loves to play. Anything that involves chasing, shrieking and creating mayhem gets her seal of approval. Yesterday she and her...

Today I am like an angry toddler stuck between the sofa and the wall. Today I am like coffee grounds spilled on the kitchen counter....

As you can see, this is a very ordinary photograph of some bacon in a bain marie. Why would anyone put such a bad picture on their blog,...

This week I moved all our wine from the hall cupboard into wine racks on top of the spare room wardrobe, relocating the spirits to the...

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...

In the down column: 1. My 102-year-old grandmother suffered a small stroke. 2. The fate of our missing family cat, Tigercat, was...

I bought the tickets a few months ago on a whim, because H loves Bonnie Prince Billy, who is a grumpy-looking, balding, blond bearded...

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...

But this squishy little flat will soon be a much-improved palace, because the Michael the Bathroom Man, Saviour of Hearts and Minds, is...

I was reminded of those years, from thirteen to sixteen, as I drove the car earlier this week. As part of Operation Sleep In Your Own...

We’ve all been a bit in the weeds this week, but we’re sorting ourselves out. I have been inspired by my 102-year-old grandmother, who...

Here's a picture of some sort of spotty cat. H took it. I don't know how it's relevant to this post. Can't you draw some kind of...

In other areas of my life in which I am clearly not money, I went back to the gym today for the first time since I was five months...

Willows are weeds and this river bank is heavily eroded, but Hipstamatic makes it all pretty. It’s time I came out and said what we’re...

Welcome, too, to any new readers. I think some of you have come my way via Tomboy Style. If so, I expect you’re terribly cool and have...

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

When we arrived in Perth three days ago, sixteen hours after Pappy’s death, we were running on what could charitably described as empty....