Once women get beyond a certain age (which begins with a five and ends with a zero), they are constantly warned that unless they slather their faces in stuff on a regular basis their skin will begin to crack and eventually disintegrate. This has prompted me to compile one of my handy cut-out-and-keep guides. Welcome to skincare routines through the decades:
When did chocolate get so fancy and precious? It has become almost impossible to source good old-fashioned low cocoa content milk chocolate of the kind we associate with giving toddlers in button form.
The Student took me to the cinema for my Mother’s Day treat this year. As my regular reader will be aware, this is a safe bet with me, as I like to keep up with the latest films (see last week’s ramblings).
Yaaaaay!!! Daffs! Tulips! Wee pots of colour brightening up the house after the long, dark winter. It is a scientific fact* that a vase of daffodils lifts the mood and makes even the grumpiest of grumps smile. And the price of happiness? £1 for a bunch.
It was tempting to think that, with the Student officially off the books at home, my list of worries regarding said Student would become shorter. Ha! The last laugh’s on me.
It has been hard to ignore the growing hair-raising frenzy relating to hair in the news recently. From the royal princes to the US President, debate has been raging about whether to disguise hair loss (with elaborate, bouffant combovers), shell out for transplants or just stop pretending and embrace the razor cut.
I freely admit I’ve never been a joiner. When I was younger, this meant no Brownies or pony club. Nowadays, it means a severe reaction against things like Dry January or Veganuary.
There are, of course, plenty of upsides to taking a cheeky week’s holiday in the sun when you are no longer tied to going away in school holidays. These are mainly (a) You do not have to pay the massive markup for flights and hotels during school holiday dates and (b) There are very few children around.
It has been a difficult week for being me. I found myself firstly outraged, then confused, then humiliated and apologetic in the face of very kindly and understanding customer service people.
The recent hooha over Irn-Bru being stockpiled by fans desperate to safeguard their favourite drink before a reduced-sugar version comes out has left me reviewing the items I could not live without.