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I have a new house phone. When it rings it plays a jazz tune I love but can’t identify. I like it so much I’ve been ringing myself from handset to handset.  And when other people ring me  I go into minor rhapsody… In the whole scheme of things phones that sing happy tunes don’t…

Well as you probably guessed from my absence, the weekend, as weekends are prone to do, went to pot. I do not have a decorated house, or a beautiful Christmas tree. I have a strand of smoked garlic and two scrumptious goat cheese and quite frankly, compensation wise, it just ain’t good enough… Yesterday my…

To move or not to move, that is the question. You see, we have outgrown our house.  It was just about big enough for the two of us. A tight squeeze for three of us, but if, as we want to, we are to have another little babba, well the poor little thing would have…

I don’t know how it happened. The lights were low. The candles were glowing on the mantlepiece.  I was snuggled up on the sofa under my cosy patchwork quilt, watching Big Brother and laughing at Kinga convincing herself she was drunk on non-alcoholic wine, when taking another sip  from my own glass, I suddenly decided…