
A Cautionary Tale About Eyelash Extensions…
(And you probably won’t WANT to once you’ve read this…)

Have you seen the ‘I met my younger self for coffee’ trend that’s been doing the rounds on social media lately? It’s a heartwarming trend, in which the person imagines sitting ...

My real-life scary house story... A few years ago, I was staying in a rental house in Miami (henceforth known as 'the scary house'...) with my husband and parents. Now, it's ...

Last week we decided to go to the farm. It took us approximately forever. We're still trying to leave now, actually: I'm writing this post somewhere in the indeterminate expanse of time ...

So, the big news from the village this week is that the Post Office is now Not the Post Office: the General Store is now the Post Office. This is ...

When I was a little girl, my class was one day ushered into our school's TV Room, and invited to sit down and watch the movie The NeverEnding Story. (I'm assuming ...

When I was a child, I was obsessed with The Famous Five books, by Enid Blyton. To this day, I cannot drink ginger beer or explore a network of secret underground ...

The story of a shocking walk in the countryside, and a totally appropriate pair of shoes for it…

Readers, a question has flooded in! Here it is: When you were 17, how did you spend most of your Saturdays? Ooh, let me think... when I was 17 I'd be ...

When I was a little girl, we had a Goodie Bowl. It... wasn't actually a bowl. No, it was a brown jar, with a screw-top lid: apparently its predecessor in the ...

When I was a little girl, I didn't just have imaginary friends - I had imaginary horses. Quite a lot of them, actually. In fact, I had a little green book ...

Warning: this is YET ANOTHER BLOG POST about the extreme levels of mess in my house. Because, yes, I AM still talking about that. To make up for it, and…

This post was supposed to be the happy tale of a sunny day at the beach: a day on which no-one almost stood on a crab, no -one got locked ...

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a ballerina. I started ballet lessons purely because of my best friend Jenny. You know that thing your mum always says ...

Everyone else is writing about the Olympics opening ceremony this morning. Instead of doing that, though, I'm going to write about that time I locked myself in the bathroom. That ...

OK, I’m just going to start this again… When I was a kid, all of my friends wanted to be things like dentists and train drivers and stuff. Not me,…

While I was in L.A. (Yeah, yeah, it's another one of THOSE posts: just stick it out though and I'll start talking about something NOT connected to my holiday, I ...

Well, it's finally happened: I've started hearing voices. Luckily for me (or perhaps not, actually), Terry and Rubin have also been hearing the voices, so it would appear that what we're ...