I’m a collector, not a hoarder
You always hear that, don’t you. When you watch those programmes with people who have seventy eight cats all living in the house with them, turding on the floor in…
You always hear that, don’t you. When you watch those programmes with people who have seventy eight cats all living in the house with them, turding on the floor in…
I started this post in an entirely different manner. Then I erased everything and started again. I don’t know why (or indeed if) that’s important. It seemed poignant. I am…
I wasn’t going to do this. I really wasn’t. But then something happened to a friend of mine and it got my knickers in a knot and I know I’m…
Okay, I guess I need to preface this post about the recall of infant chairs by reminding you that all parents are psychotic. All of us. First, we decide to…
I heard something in passing a few days ago that I didn’t think much of at the time, but the more I thought about it, the more it festered. I…