by Fortysomething Fan Girl | Jun 10, 2018 | Family, Talking Points
“Will you be passing a shop today?” asks my husband, knowing full well that I am going to work where I can practically spit at Asda from the front entrance. “Yes, I’ll be passing a shop,” I say. “We need some milk,” he says. “Oh, and could you get me some slug...
by Fortysomething Fan Girl | May 6, 2018 | Family, Health
We are going away for the bank holiday weekend and I am packing the bag. In it I have put, as a matter of priority, a packet of Wagtastic chicken strips, some grain free treats (steam cooked fish, potato and sweet potato), Lionel, the lion rope toy, poo bags (never in...
by Fortysomething Fan Girl | Apr 8, 2018 | Family, Health
I’ve just got out of the shower. We have a new shower. Well, it’s not new… we bought and installed it ourselves in January 2016. What we failed to realise when we bought and installed it was that it required water pressure beyond the capacity of our plumbing at the...
by Fortysomething Fan Girl | Mar 18, 2018 | Family, Food
I’ve just done a terrible thing. I’ve lied to a friend. She invited my husband and me to dinner with some pals of hers she thinks we’ll like. Always a tricky one, this business of meeting other people’s friends. It’s fraught with danger. Will we have to sublimate our...
by Fortysomething Fan Girl | Mar 11, 2018 | Family, Talking Points
It’s Mother’s Day. And it’s my first Mother’s Day without a mother. Generally I would have spent the week leading up to today scouring the shops for pretty things; sparkly things with glitter, glittery things with sparkles. My mum died last summer, a few days before...
by Fortysomething Fan Girl | Mar 4, 2018 | Family, Nature
I love snow. Really love it. But only in the appropriate places: The Arctic or The Alps, for example. A place for everything, they say, and everything in its place. North Dorset, indeed anywhere south of Cumbria, frankly, is not its place. I hate the disruption to the...
