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maybe some blog rules?
Here it is. A week of two incidents involving this blog – the rambling, sometimes incoherent and entirely subjective drivel that I spout – and so it is time for some RULES to be laid down in manner of Camp … Continue reading
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Bowl cuts and mullets and thieving children
On Saturday night, we had a bit of an M&S disaster. It was late, we were pushing it, but we thought we would pop out for a bit of shopping before dinner. Weekends tend to be a bit, er, muddy, … Continue reading
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Balloons
I have turned a baking-related corner. It may have something to do with the new baby and the urge to nest, or the onslaught of a dark and windy autumn, or just that I am greedy and think about food … Continue reading
Boris & Wayne
Today something really really exciting happened. Something that I have been waiting for, with the patience of a very patient person. It was not the visit to the antenatal clinic, although that was fairly good, as I am healthy and … Continue reading
Beetroot
I am making a beetroot cake. I am no baker; I have warned everyone in the flat not to get their hopes up as I bake like a three year old. There is mess, burns, charcoalled edges, and general disgust … Continue reading
Pros and Cons
I have just cooked my Mulberry Roxanne Tote on the stovetop. There was a bit of smoking, and the smell halfway betwixt a steak charring and a bit of burnt toast, and I looked over the the (usually stone-cold but … Continue reading
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Tagged Anthropologie, Crete, Mulberry roxanne, Sketch, Smith's Rosebud Salve
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The List – My 35
Last night I went to the movies all by myself. It was a bit loserish, and I did it for effect. Unfortunately, no one noticed I was gone. There must be a lesson in that. AND I missed out on … Continue reading
Disparate Things
My ear is blocked and all I can hear from the left side of my head is the sea. The ocean. The lapping of waves. It could be good, except it isn’t because I cannot hear WORDS or PEOPLE. My … Continue reading
Warning: This Post is a MOAN
Today is one of those hideous, defeated-before-you-get-out-of-bed days where everything is grey and oily-wet and you kind of ache all over and you feel like crying. It is a swimming day, so of course Custard has been quaking with fear … Continue reading
Posh babies
It turns out that I have posh children, who are very used to lunches at Carluccios and babyccinos and sparkling water and organic food and dancing classes and trips to Greece and private nursery and the odd brunch at Fifteen. … Continue reading
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The Harridan 