For Better Sleep, Better Sleep with a Friend

For Better Sleep, Better Sleep with a Friend

“I think I’m going to write about platonic co-sleeping,” I said to my husband before I sat down in front of the pc. “Platonic co-sleeping? You mean marriage? Ba-dum-tsh!” I rolled my eyes in a wifely way. “No, I’m going to write about sharing a bed with Libby.” “Oh,...
Batty for Lashes!

Batty for Lashes!

In the photo she posted on Insta recently, my goddaughter looks like a young Dusty Springfield.  She has the ‘up-do’, a teeny-weeny shift dress and enormous eye lashes.  A small part of me is jealous. It’s the lashes. Thick, long and totally artificial. I look at my...
A Lot of Bottle

A Lot of Bottle

My toe hurts. It hurts because I opened the fridge at work and a Millennial’s Fruit Infuser Water Bottle filled with a litre of fruit infused water, fell on it. It was my introduction to Fruit Infuser Water Bottles – plastic bottles with a cylinder insert...
High Brow? Low Brow? No Brow?

High Brow? Low Brow? No Brow?

In 1979 my school friend Sarah bought her first LP. It was The Fine Art of Surfacing by the Boomtown Rats. Between the pair of us we had a record collection which amounted to her Boomtown Rats album, my copy of Blondie’s Parallel Lines and a 7” of The Floral Dance....
Mum’s the Word

Mum’s the Word

I am a mother. Every day has been Christmas Day for me since I had my two boys. Who knew I could love anything more than I love butter icing and The Two Ronnies? My children are the most wonderful gifts and I shall always be grateful for having a functioning womb...