It’s not the pram in the hall

That gets in the way of women novelists and artists – it’s the bloody ironing. There is satisfaction in raising a child – on the whole I rather like mine. Admittedly there have been moments when I could cheerfully have sought out the returns label, but those were fleeting (and the logistics in any caseContinue reading “It’s not the pram in the hall”

Displacement Activity

Pizza night on Thursday proved to be the last day of entirely unbroken weather. Friday was largely sunny but very sultry and heavy, with the odd rainy outbreak. It was difficulty to settle to anything. I had optimistically donned an old bikini but lost my nerve in the face of Stuart’s pruning and, for decency’sContinue reading “Displacement Activity”

Après moi le déluge

No sooner had I ironed all my shorts than the rain came, and stayed for a week. However, the garden badly needed a soak and I rather enjoyed having an excuse to stay in for a while. Thanks to Apple having an audio book sale, the long suffering cardi was finally completed to the backdropContinue reading “Après moi le déluge”

Playing in..

It has been too windy for gardening the last two days so, at long last, there has been an excuse to stay in between dog walks. In a fit of enthusiasm, on the first day of indoor weather I mopped and polished the kitchen floor. I later took Lyra for a muddy walk in theContinue reading “Playing in..”