Hello. In case you hadn’t already guessed from the dirty great red badge in my side-bar, I have recently become a regular contributor to that rather splendid women’s online community, In The Powder Room. My latest article, ‘Girls smell, pass … Continue reading
This post is actually something I wrote almost two years ago, but I’m re-posting it now because I feel that not only is it still extremely relevant, but also that if anything the situation has worsened since the original publication. … Continue reading
If there is one thing that has depressed me more than anything about Samantha Brick’s article in the Daily Mail in which she claimed other women hated her because she was beautiful, it was the predictable, almost scripted reaction. Because … Continue reading
Dear Supposed Friend With Benefits, Think you could spare me your angst? It is rendering you a little stingy. Really, I am not terribly interested in all that guilt of yours – go start your own religion with it or … Continue reading
Those of you with the misfortune to follow me on Twitter will probably have heard me over the last few days, squawking randomly about the various weirdnesses being displayed by my laptop. It is as though it has spontaneously developed … Continue reading
It’s very nearly the end of the week and I, for one, am rather glad. A week crammed with being pre-menstrual, menstrual, and finally but gratefully post-menstrual, has seen my fuse shortened somewhat. Which reminds me a bit of that … Continue reading
Today I am really pleased to be guest posting over at NotSuperMum. NotSuperMum and I are fellow single parents as well as anonymous bloggers and so – I like to think - share something of a natural affinity. When she … Continue reading
Lately (discounting of course the last couple of weeks in which I have been in a ‘price of secondary school uniform shocker’ induced coma) I have been blogging like a bastard. It’s official. I am on blogging fire. My bloggy … Continue reading
I love books. I love the quiet comfort of reading them, savouring them, getting lost in them, and learning from them. I love the look and feel of them. I love the smell of the paper. There was a time … Continue reading
The evening before Cybermummy I took a train for the first time in years to London Paddington. I approached the ticket office at my journeys starting point like an eager puppy, my huge bag swinging heavily against my legs as … Continue reading
