It was 10 o’clock in the morning but the sun had yet to fight its way through the thick, dark cloud. As I wandered the now Christmas-free flat in the dull half light I caught myself humming a rather maudlin tune. After a few seconds I realised it was 'I Guess That’s Why They Call … Continue reading Five Ways I Beat The January Blues.
It is one of those ‘getting to know you’ questions that sometimes gets asked at parties: "If you could go back in time, what period would you most like to visit?" I always say early 1800s England, purely because I’d like to live in the Big House, wear expensive flouncy dresses and be called Lady … Continue reading A Visit To The Black Country Living Museum in Dudley.
“I miss your brother,” Freya commented about an hour after we dropped him back at his hotel. He had flown to Holland from the US on business and had popped over to Norwich for two days on his way back. We’d had a lovely time with him but, knowing it will be a while before … Continue reading Leaving On A Jet Plane, Again.
"And when I turned to look, Freya was trying to wash her hands in the bidet," I laughed, as I explained what happened to my mum on the phone. That wasn't even the worst part. My goodness, what a weekend. My brother, sister-in-law and nephew came over from America (on a ship) and were staying … Continue reading The One Where Freya And I Share The Honeymoon Suite (A Weekend Adventure In Felixstowe).