Yeeeeeeeee ha ha ha! I went to see ‘Annie Get Your Gun’ at the Old Vic last night and got sore chops (chaps?) from smiling. New house rules have been negotiated – my husband can wear his socks to bed as long as he sings “I’m a bad, bad man” with a crooked smile as […]
I had an NHS blood test today in a leading London teaching hospital . The wait was long but I kept myself amused by terrorising other patients with my eyebrows. This was to make it clear that I was Number 86 and not one to be queue jumped without dire consequences. Number 52 was flashing […]
My laptop has thrown a Brendan Cole (aka a strop) and won’t play by the rules, so I did an emergency dash to John Lewis for a new one last night.
I had 23 minutes before they closed and spent 12 of those dousing myself in Bobbi Brown and Versace fragrances and chose…… a 3 […]
Virginia Woolf declared that before a woman can write she needs to ‘kill her domestic angel’ – I’m taking this an instruction from beyond the grave (and a literary genius) to tune out of any urges to do housework and get on with the ‘writin’.
Consider it done, Virginia. I have to admit I am […]
It didn’t do it for me last night. For the first time EVER watching Strictly I was a teensy bit bored and wondering what was happening over on X Factor.
Two highlights were Kristina’s ensemble that made her look like she was wearing a nappy underneath a swimming costume and Laila’s Halloweeny Incy Wincy Spider […]
Q – What do you call a Spanish man who has recovered from Swine ‘Flu ?
A – Manuel
My Georgie Baby – that’s George Clooney to you – has had the bags under his eyes surgically removed. I am bereft. I suck on those bags in my dreams as he lies in my lap asking me if I am OK in his best Dr Ross from ER voice.
A lot of his […]
Why did Tony Blair get a private audience to view the relics of St Therese of Lisieux at Westminster Cathedral as reported in the press today ? Excuse the pun, but isn’t that entirely against the spirit of her visit to London ? A bit of queueing and a lot of reflection might […]
I had my tonsils out when I was 6 years old and developed an infection that reached my imagination. In my semi conscious state I saw hairy red angels and leering clowns dancing around my bed. I was in hospital for weeks and my favorite aunt sat vigil by my bed reading aloud from a […]