This is a sponsored post for Origin. That is a strange thing to write, not least because I have always said I will not write sponsored posts on this blog (but have no shame in writing them for other blogs). But there's something you should
When I saw this blog link-up (is that what they call it?) I decided I couldn't participate because I could not think of a single thing I hadn't already told the internet. But then I realised I really, really like talking about myself, because that
A month ago I posted about how I didn't want to blog anymore because I was wasting all of my good ideas on you fine people and didn't I have better things to do? Maybe I was hasty. I did a lot of things last year. I
A little girl in Georgia's class moved away to America today. They had a party. We bought cupcakes with sugar flowers on them. When we drove to school, Georgia said she was excited about the party. "There will be lamingtons!" she said. At before school care, Anne put the
I sat down for a quiet breakfast on my own this morning, and was rather enjoying myself when a toffee-nosed woman in her 60s sat down at the next table. "WAITER!" she bellowed. "I WANT A GLASS OF WATER!" The waiter was a very nice young
Every Saturday morning I visit a little French bakery and buy bread. I do this because I am Juliette Binoche but also because the bread is astounding and the man who runs it speaks in the most wonderful lilting French accent and sometimes I catch
I was suckered in, like many others, by Pinterest's proverbial flashing lights and spinning wheels, by which I mean its pictures of things more beautiful than anything I could ever hope to have in my own house. The beauty of it was simple: if I
I like to think that when you start recording yourself singing Adele on your phone, you've turned a corner.
I used to dread Sunday night. Everything from 4pm onwards felt like winding down, and there's nothing I like less than winding down. The feeling of inevitable endings. I used to fear that moment at about 7pm on Sundays when the nighttime crept around and
OLD MAN (to barista): It's really good fun though, you have to give it a go. BARISTA: No, yeah, I definitely will! OLD MAN: But actually. BARISTA: I promise. Exit OLD MAN BARISTA'S FRIEND: You know you actually have to now. You promised. BARISTA: haha fuck no!
It's funny to think that I go around feeling like I could add value to the world when Christopher Walken has quite obviously won at everything ever.