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Sometimes being a blogger feels like being an Oscar winning actress. Drawing on a magenta lip-sticked smile and pretending everything is ok when it feels as though you are standing in a boxing ring taking one low emotional blow after another. It doesn’t do you see to complain too frequently. People get to thinking you…

Yes, another lovely continental market on a day that looked a whole lot like Spring… Now it is dusky dark. Finley is in bed and Mark and I are about to snuggle up and watch "Me, You and Everyone We Know" (I can’t wait!) with a really rather scrumptious platter of goats cheese, red wine…

In my dotage I am destined to be a barrell shaped, floral pinny wearing, big bosomed cuddly Grandma. Women of a certain age become elegantly slim  or, for want of a  better phrase, cushioned with love, and in my case, mayonnaise. So there is no hope for me. My fate is already sealed. But for…

I was a disaster with a hockeystick, and given half a chance, I would have been a disaster at Lacrosse too. But I so wanted to be good at these archetypical boarding school games: if only because our local comprehensive just didn’t live up to my idea of what school should be about. In my…