Daily Joy…

Non,  Je Ne Regrette Rien  by Edith Piaf. Continuing with the French theme, mon cheres, this week I am thrilling your eardrums  with  a lovely bit of Edith, who did I think create the perfect music for ironing with- simply divine stuff for wailing along to as you tackle that gruesome pile of shirts and…

I have a scandalous confession to make: I really rather adore Ikea. Is that too awful? Do you think it makes me a bad person? In a world where the kind of bed I had visualised for Finleys first, costs upward of £500.00, it is scrumptiously wonderful to find an extendable, perfectly formed, not overly…

When Helen and I were little, our favorite books were those from the "Frances" series by Russell Hoban- the cutest little stories about a stubborn little bear called Frances and his furry family and friends. Re-reading the stories last night (Have I got no life, or have I got no life?) it struck me that…

Once upon a time I declared that a little bit of uglyness did one a power of good, but here my friends is living proof that too much ugliness is a very bad thing. For further evidence hop over to Interior Desecration and drown yourself in the sheer horror of crimes against all that is…

I am eight and a half years old. The whole world is squashed into  Doris’s front parlour and the room is spinning in the glow of the orange and tobacco coloured lava lamp. Mum is smoking. Tapping her ash into a mechanical ashtray she is sharing with our newest relation, Kosta, a man ferried home…