Month: September 2011

  • The first thing I have to make very clear is that  the insertion of  ‘Dancing on the Ceiling’ in yesterday’s post was  an attempt at lighthearted humour. I do think it is one of the most hideous songs and videos in the history of popular music. There, glad I cleared that up. Well I said…

  • As I spend most of  my suicidal waking hours on rightmove.com, fantasising  that owning my own house in a wet northern town will be the answer to all my complicated psychological problems – ha ha, I feel it only right to share with you my distrust of what about 10 years ago we all took…

  • And fat was not going to happen in France. So as I mentioned yesterday, I went on a coach trip to the Loire valley with Mr P. and my mum – a winning combination ( ha ha).  At the moment I am not eating anything with gluten, or sugar, or caffeine, or alcohol which makes…

  • Bit old fashioned but, Mr P.  digged, cleared, sowed, tended, watered, waited and now he is seeing the fruits of his labour, and I am getting to eat them! There is nothing in the world quite like the taste of a vegetable or fruit that has been picked and eaten in the same day. Last…