I am currently experiencing a bit of a lull. You know, a lull. When you have been busy for weeks and weeks, dashing around looking terribly popular and busy with a full diary and an empty fridge and then … … Continue reading
Earlier this week I blogged about all the positive things about getting older, but omitted one crucial benefit to being 42 – when you’re 42 no one ever ever makes you play hockey in the rain. Or netball. Or makes … Continue reading
Today I turn 42. No, don’t worry: I don’t need your sympathy or commiserations. I don’t really understand this (pretty universal) idea that getting older is the subject for ribald mockery. The teenagers are particularly prone to this kind of … Continue reading
Shortly after posting about how tiresome it is to be a woman when you get blamed for everything from the fall from the Garden of Eden to wasting water when shaving your legs, I came across this rather relevant story … Continue reading
This week I have been talking to a lot of seventeen year olds about what to do with their lives. This is part of my actual job, in case you were wondering. It isn’t a hobby or anything, stopping sixth … Continue reading