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The Massive Hoover
The Son and the DiL are having a night off. They are going to wear grown up clothes, for possibly the very last time in a [...]
No one is Listening
She didn’t say so, but my kitchen is a bit of a disgrace. What the Goddaughter did say was “Yeah, the doors are all chipped. It [...]
How to be a Public Servant
The Goddaughter, and her various assistants, have been helping to keep my house in order. Reputation is everything and without it, she says, she would not [...]
Clive fell out of the chimney
Famous for our love of animals, the Brits have been busy filling up refuges for unwanted pets for decades. It’s an improvement on drowning or leaving [...]
Past My Sell by Date
In the holiday between Christmas and New Year the stillness of short dreary days is punctuated with bracing walks and meals. Perhaps its more accurate to [...]
How to have a Smashing Time
Some of my relationships have brought great joy. Some have been transitory. Some have been long lasting and deep. None has been quite as shattering as [...]
Parlour Games
The Artist, the one who drives the Rollscanardly, told me that her family played a lot of parlour games when she was growing up. Her siblings [...]
Help is at Hand
In the six months that I have been working form home, I have been meaning to secure my passwords, which are now abundant. I'm with an [...]