Arg! Why is it that disasters happen when I’d much rather not deal with them? They never come when I’m feeling fighting fit and at the top of my game. It’s always when I’m already a bag of whingey snot (I know, I know, but it’s true and I’m honest to a fault – I’d just look away if I were you) that calamity strikes. This time it’s Child Two’s GCSE work, which was all on a memory stick, and…
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I’m not really a very demanding person. I just want a lovely, comfortable home, at exactly the right temperature (not too hot, not too cold), well-behaved, quiet and studious children, delicious meals (preferably not…
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Sponsored post I must admit that, as the winter approaches, I think about my health a lot more. That’s partly because I live in a house festooned with piles of tissues, as TL has…
