Be Right Back …

It appears that I still don't have very much to say just now,so I'm shutting down the blog for a week.See you on March 6th.

Memos: Mail: Me

This week, the Postie brought my weekend reading.And I'm counting the courier delivered shelving unit as Happy Mail as well.Which makes for an extremely good haul this week.As for the weekend, we ventured out to the lovelyThames-side town of Marlow.It rained.

Slow News Day

I appear to have nothing to share with you today.Today's entry for today in my blog post planner is empty.I sought advice.The Boy Child suggested I write about the sacking of Claudio Ranieri.The Brainy One suggested I write about how to blog for profit.A friend round for dinner suggested I write about holiday planning.In the … Continue reading Slow News Day →

Texting | A 21st Century Dilemma

Like many of you, I've become lazy at calling people for a chat. I'm a fan of the text message. And therein lies the rub. What's the protocol, if there is such a thing, when the person you sent a text to doesn't reply? Did they receive it? Well, it says it's been delivered. Should … Continue reading Texting | A 21st Century Dilemma →

IKEA | A Rite of Passage?

Earlier this week, I assembled a shelving unit bought from IKEA.It's the first ever self-assemble piece of furniture from IKEA that I've ever owned.I feel like a grown-up ... or not.Whatever. I bought it to replace an old bookcase which stood in our hall.The one where I tried to artfully arrange the bookcase's contents. And failed.Now I … Continue reading IKEA | A Rite of Passage? →

4 Things I’d Tell My Younger Self

What sort of advice would you give your younger self? 1: You will recover from a broken heart. I know that it doesn't seem like it at the time, but trust me on this. One day, you'll realise that you can mention their name without feeling you're suffocating from grief. One day, you'll realise that … Continue reading 4 Things I’d Tell My Younger Self →

Memos: Mail: Me

The Postie may have bought me the sweater I admired in a store last weekend.But I couldn't possibly comment ... As for the weekend, we walked along the river fromChelsea to Pimlico in glorious sunshine. Once in Pimlico, we enjoyed half an hour in Tate Britain. Where we had fun playing the "let's rename this painting" game.As you do.

In Love with Cambridge

I've been to Cambridge before. It was either 1993 or 1994. I went with a bunch of female RAF colleagues to see the Chippendales at the Cambridge Corn Exchange. {Ahem ...} ~ Punting on the Backs ~ This year, however, The Boy Child and I had the opportunity to tag along with The Brainy One … Continue reading In Love with Cambridge →

On Why He Should Listen To His Customers

In retrospect, it was/is funny.But it wasn't.Me: Hi, good morning. I need help to unlock the Apple ID on my late mother's iPad. Meeter and Greeter Guy: "Right, okay, not a problem ...er, did you just say your late mother?"Me: Yes.Meeter and Greeter Guy: Cool.Me: Erm, no, it's not cool, actually. Meeter and Greeter: Oh. Right.

Looking for a Train, Found Owls

We went up to King's Cross in search of Platform 9 and three quarters.So had what seemed like hundreds of overseas visitors.But we did find the Hogwarts owls,and one may have followed us home.So, you know, there's that.