Confession Time.
Just so you know exactly what kind of woman you are dealing with, let me make myself plain: I only buy shampoo if it is…
Month: January 2005
My Fuzzy Haired Angel.
Because he asks too many questions. Because he strokes my face as he drinks his milk. Because he keeps taking his clothes off. Because he…
The Victorian Nursery.
Nursery Rules. 1. Let your first, last and best confidant be your Mother. 2. Never shout, jump or run in the house. 3. Never call…
The One That Got Away.
So much for being oh, so, terribly organised. There is a rather lovely turquoise Christmas bauble hanging from the curtain rail in my dining room.…
Tea With Alice.
Darlings, after the hurly burly of the boudoir, there is nothing nicer than a cup of tea… There is just something so genteel about a…
Journals To Die For.
I am making it a policy to buy myself something beautiful once a month and if that means I have to live without food then…
