The other day I took little L to Somerset House for a spot of ice skating. After the skates came off, we treated ourselves to vanilla cupcakes and danced around the gigantic Christmas tree. Ok, I didn’t dance, but I watched my daughter perform funny little ‘ballet’ moves, going round and round, losing herself in […]
If you smell a bit of an oxymoron here, hold on tight to your big rollers and smell again. In the past few weeks, I have been selflessly testing every nail salon within walking distance. Of course, it was only a question of days before the next chipped nail would force me into uncovering a […]
There’s something about growing up in London – the party never seems to stop. There’s always something new to learn, always something exciting to do.
That’s that then. I have been clinging on to the last days of summer like a koala to a leafless eucalyptus tree, but today’s rain has washed away my last meagre hopes for some sunny days. It’s been a long summer, and a good one too. So good and so eventful in fact, that I […]
After bumblebees up your bum and ants in your pants (thanks, Iota!), we are now moving on to fishes on your feet. In case you have been lucky enough to stroll around Selfridges during Christmas time, you (most likely hot, flushed and staggering like a packhorse under the weight of your shopping) cannot have missed […]
They say the first cut is the deepest, and although I knew rejection would be very much part of the whole finding an agent palaver, I had no idea how I would stomach the words ‘thanks, but no thanks!’ Not very well, as it turned out.
I love how, when I flip through the beauty section of a magazine, little L points at the models and shouts ecstatically ‘Mummy! Mateup! Issis mummy mateup!’ (read: ‘It’s mummy. It’s makeup. It’s mummy with makeup!’) However much I might be flattered though, the truth is an entirely different story. Trying to copy the ‘purple […]
Once upon a time, there was a prince, a very patient girl and a wedding date. The patient girl was said to have waited so long for her prince to pop the question, that once she had properly ball-and-chained the chap, she decided to let her hair down big time. As soon as the pressure […]
There’s doing nothing (i.e. killing time with bad TV, putting on a wash, submitting a Tesco online order) and there’s doing nothing (i.e. having a cup of tea, putting your feet up, reading a book). For the latter, there’s the Idler Academy. Nestled into a quiet side bend at the east end of Westbourne Park […]
My friend Julia has been visiting me this weekend. We made a trip down memory lane (read: Portobello Road) on Saturday, rummaging through vintage fur coats, floaty dresses and… knickers.