When I was young my grandparents lived in Kenya, and every couple of years we’d visit. We’d sometimes go for weeks at a time, and as this would involve missing school my mum would make us keep scrapbooks while we were there. Heartbreakingly the scrapbooks got lost along the way, but I remember filling them with post-cards, photos, food wrappers, exotic foreign stamps and long lists of...
It’s lovely that you’re so interested in this wedding. It’s lovely that you find us so quaint. However, (and please don’t take this the wrong way), we really, really wish your media would learn the difference between Britain and England. They are not the same thing. And the Union Jack is not “England’s national flag”. Other than that, as you were.
On marrying a prince
The entire world’s press is talking about how lucky Kate is to be marrying a prince. It’s every girl’s dream, apparently. That might be true while your hair’s still in bunches, but after that? Not so much. You can’t have missed the pictures of Kate on her recent high street shopping spree, strolling up the King’s Road looking as much like any normal girl as a...
Note to self
When you get home from swimming, remember to hang your swimsuit up to dry. Don’t leave it rotting in your gym-bag, only to discover it four days later. It will stink, and it will continue to stink even after it’s been through the washing machine.
Recipe: Lemon roast chicken and gremolata.
I just had a really good dinner. Really, really good. Good enough to want to share, so here’s the recipe. You’ll need: A chicken (free range if you possibly can) Three lemons (unwaxed, as you’re going to be eating the zest) A clove of garlic A handful of fresh parsley Olive oil, salt, pepper. Put one of the lemons into a pan of boiling water (seriously, it’s a Jamie...
Word of the day
Is velleity. Thanks to a tweet from Oxford Dictionaries (@oxfordwords for those on Twitter) I now know that it means “a wish or inclination not strong enough to lead to action”. Which sounds familiar. It’s much prettier than “can’t be bothered”.
A thing I just learned
Not to buy supermarket daffodils when they’re reduced to 65p. They’re 65p for a reason. I bought three bunches last week and not a bud has opened. Papery petals shrivelling by the hour, they hang their heads in shame.
The all important first post
I’ve decided to start a blog. Partly because I’m fed up with people saying “you should write a blog”, but it’s more than that. I’d like to create something outside of my job - something for me, owned by me. I’d like a new challenge, and something to do on a rainy Tuesday night. That said, I’ve no idea what form it will take. For now I’ll...