I couldn't get a signal on the telly on Sunday night. After I twisted the set about for a while I saw the aerial lead had come out so I stuck it back (into the wrong socket), so still no signal. I called Peter who saw immediately I'd put it in the wrong place.
Well, I've always known we have different sorts of brain. I find it hard to be objective, leave alone technical.
Telling my younger daughter about this she came up with an explanation: women who are exposed to high…Read more →
If I lived in days of yore I'd be making my will, packing my bags and preparing to go on a long and hazardous pilgrimage to Rome any day now.
Instead, the snow and odd burst of sunshine have affected me in another way and, instead of indulging in the fever of spring cleaning, I am refurbishing.
Ignoring Peter's 'It's fine as it is - I don't know why you're bothering,' I've had the cloak room tiled in mosaic mirror tiles; I've not got the disco ball but an Art Deco glass…Read more →
At the risk of being deeply unfashionable, I'll say it: I think, ideally, mothers with young children should not have to work. (Where the bread winner is low paid or for sole-parent families, this is a different matter; so are mothers suffering from depression who have to get out of the house).
I've believed this most of my adult life but have hesitated to say so, fearing I'd look like a fossil, so why do I say it now?
During the seventies more and more women with school-age…Read more →
Yesterday was the commercialised day known as 'Mothers Day.' Just another selling experience for shops, like St Valentine's Day (expensive evening meals, bouquets of flowers, chocolates, diamond rings, whatever trifles take your fancy), Easter or Father's Day, (more of the same).
Bank Holidays,Halloween, harvest suppers, Christmas, Hogmanay, New Year. If the date is right you can eat it or wrap it in gift paper, whatever it is.
I'm not against spending; I rather like buying…Read more →