Month: September 2018

Great Murdoch cartoon in the paper this morning. I remember trying to persuade my Mum to have a mammogram years ago. I’d just had one, and I told her it didn’t hurt at all. “Well, of course not” she sniffed “your boobs are tiny!” Ouch. Thanks Mum. This was before hate speech was illegal of… Continue reading Boob

Wearing my green theatre hat today in honour of my friend and colleague NM who complimented me this morning on the flattering shade of green of my dress. This shade is quite different, of course, being rather lurid – but it’s the thought that counts. It’s funny, we dress to impress when we come to… Continue reading Green

Some days I catch an unexpected  glimpse of my reflection – in a window, for example – and recoil at my hideousness. Other times, I see myself and think “Hmmm – not too shabby “. I’m guessing that it’s actually psychologically impossible to be objective about your own appearance. The lucky thing is that as… Continue reading The eye of the beholder

Just finished reading “The House of Silk” by Anthony Horowitz. It’s a Sherlock Holmes novel that the Doyle family estate commissioned the author to write, and he’s done a very good job of it. Highly recommended. I managed to have figured  out about a third of what was going on by the time of the… Continue reading Reading

Wut

My pick for the anonymous author of the Failing New York Times explosive op ed article the other day is Marlon Bundo. After all, Trump called Mike Pence weak for bringing his little bunny wabbit to Washington with him – and Marlon has already written a book about his time in the administration. You heard it here… Continue reading Bunny

Trying an RTD left over from a party the girls threw a while ago. (Did we say no alcohol? I think we did…) It’s disgusting – ugh. Not finishing that. In my day we didn’t have RTDs, except maybe Miami wine cooler, if that counts? It was much nicer, if my memory serves me correctly… Continue reading Nasty

I’m enjoying writing this blog. It feels like I’m talking to myself most of the time. I do worry, though, that I may gradually start to drift over the line of what’s acceptable. Clearly, posting nude selfies would be way over the line, but somewhere between that and “I watch teen romcoms” is a boundary… Continue reading Oversharing

I’ve noticed a disturbing trend lately. I’ve watched two high school romances in the last week (well, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands), and in both of them the mothers die early on of some mysterious and lingering (although thankfully not disfiguring) illness. Am I hampering my daughters’ emotional development by staying… Continue reading Oh, Mother!

Well, our nanny and I have finally had ‘The Talk’ : “We think it might be time to start thinking about cutting down your hours”. N has been fabulous for our family, a real treasure. She’s like an idealized grandmother, far more useful than any of our actual parents were. Over the years she’s gradually… Continue reading Domestic