Feet Up

As I get older I am getting better at growing hard skin on my feet. I have tried everything to tackle my inbuilt high heels. Nothing works except a £35 session with a brave podiatrist who dons a hard hat and goggles and tackles my trotters with sharp blades and a sanding machine

Since my […]


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 […]