Scruffy
I’ll just go to Hiller’s for an hour’s peace and quiet, before the madness of Christmas really kicks off, I thought. Well, you know that proverb about the best laid plans…? When I arrived in the garden and heard the … Continued
Blue tit Monday
So apparently, the third Monday in January is – according to a ‘scientific formula’ – the most depressing day of the year. Except that the formula is rubbish, and there’s no evidence to support the claim. The concept was actually … Continued
Golden hour
It took a full hour this morning for R and me to convince the bank that he hadn’t forced me yesterday to transfer money to a savings account at a different institution, from a joint current account to which he … Continued
Reasons to be cheerful
I woke up in such a bad mood this morning that I thought I might as well wash the car. I must admit, pearly grey suits it rather better than brown, though on the minus side, several chips and scuffs … Continued
House hunting
Well, it’s my own fault. If I’d said, “Oh, no – that’s not your colour at all, and I really hate the lapels,” instead of gazing at him all misty-eyed and weak-kneed, he wouldn’t have bought it. But I cannot … Continued
