I’ve read enough self-help books and women’s magazines to know that my new year’s resolutions are rubbish. They’re too big and daunting to last even the first month, before I get overwhelmed by the enormity of it all and decide I’d be better off with the devil I got to know quite well last year. … Continue reading
In all honesty, I’m only writing this blog to avoid having to help my husband cut up a mound of exotic fruit the size of a small Alp in order to make a tropical salad for his colleagues tomorrow. And here’s why. I don’t have what is commonly termed ‘a proper job’. At least, I … Continue reading
So it seems that Her Majesty the Queen’s Royal Life Guard (soldiers in full regalia mounted on horses, not lads in monogrammed Speedos perched on a chair at the top of a ladder) is doing some kind of promotional tour of Switzerland. They’re on at the Zurich Hallenstadion, squeezed in between Usher and Abba the … Continue reading