In this life

Molly has suggested I issue a "Show us your jugs" challenge. She points out the risqué nature of this request (which had not occu...

I thought the world ought to see my jug collection. This one is my favourite – or at least, one of my favourites – because it’s the oldest...

I'm a bit discouraged – nothing new or drastic, but much too busy, rather worried about various insoluble things and generally feeling t...

Warning: you shouldn't read this post if you're a fan of Queen. I'm not really into music with guitars and bangy things. Scene: ...

The catlets were allowed outside yesterday. They were very nervous – Sirius was actually trembling, though did venture out, taking little tr...

Cassie likes sitting on our son's laptop. This is so helpful when he's trying to work. I was just reading your comments on my previ...

Sometimes, when I read blogs written by wonderfully creative people who pour forth rainbow-coloured streams of quilts, aprons, socks and pai...

Above, you see a picture of a tree. Now look at this picture. Do you see any trees? Well, yes, there's a picture of a tree, or at leas...

Oh dear, I’m much too busy. How I would love to be a stay-at-home mum. What bliss that would be. I’m very much at jam-in-the-sandwich stage,...

Scene: Daughter 2's bedroom first thing this morning. Daughter 2 and I are sitting on her bed in our pyjamas, having a chat. Son wanders...

How have 12 people managed to comment on Molly's post? When I click on the little envelope, I still get a form that asks me for her emai...

Well, Molly, I really enjoyed the post about meeting your husband - very much an "Awww" story. But then I tried to say "Awww...

Crieff in Perthshire, about an hour north of where we live, is one of my favourite places. I’ve mentioned this several times and Velcro of F...

We were discussing our home towns at work today. One colleague comes from a mining town near Glasgow, where the social niceties were not alw...