I always thought when I was a young mother that I should grow an extra arm and hand with each child born, so I could keep hold of the little b*ggers while still having two hands to deal with the essentials of life. How useful would it be to have three hands – how many … More Do you need a helping hand?
My husband and I were feeling a bit stressed. You know how it is, too much to do and never enough time: things piling up, blood pressure rising somewhat alarmingly, so we decided to have a day out and relax. We packed a picnic, loaded our cycles into the van, and took off for Brecon, … More The Moral to This Story is…
The other day, my husband and I were talking about the aches and pains of getting older. A friend of mine once said, ‘old age is not for wimps‘ and she’s quite right about the challenges it brings, but that isn’t what this blog is about. I told him how happy I’d been to reach … More What women don’t talk about to men!
I’ve been mulling this over for some time and I feel a sudden urge to get up on ‘Speakers’ Corner’, though I realise my ideas may be controversial. It’s a complex subject where black and white are muddied with many shades of grey, but this is the gist of my probably simplistic thoughts on rising … More The true cost of crime, living in a cage, and a points system?
There are no words of love on graven stone, No quiet place that’s ours and ours alone, I feel bereaved, but no-one’s brought me flowers. There is no golden god to hold up to our sons, No tender memories, you took them every one, No hopes, no dreams, no joys to share, No past, … More No-one Brought Me Flowers
Something for you to chew on – literally. Having finished editing my latest novel, I find I have time to eat. I thought you might enjoy one of my favourite meals, oaty-coaty chicken and homemade coleslaw. It’s fairly cheap, easy, relatively quick, and very scrummy. (I should edit out those adverbs, but I’m feeling rebellious) … More More than food for thought – Yummy chicken and coleslaw.
I grew up in a DIY household, Dad was an electrician/TV repair man and Mum was a seamstress, so when I attempt something I’ve never done before, it’s not so much with a expectation of succeeding as an expectation of not failing, if that makes sense. I began to paint over thirty years ago, having … More It helps if you don’t know what you can’t do!