New

I don't really like new. When people show me their new kitchens, I smile and nod but often prefer them the way they were. I like places with character is what I mean ('falling apart' is what the OH says). I was brought up in old houses and somehow I feel comfortable with things that … Continue reading New

Happy Old Year and the Little Painted House

At what point do you stop saying Happy Christmas and start saying Happy New Year? I'm never quite sure. After all, the Twelve Days of Christmas start on Christmas Day so perhaps we shouldn't say Happy New Year until 5th January, when incidentally, you're  supposed to take down your decorations and NOT BEFORE (but who … Continue reading Happy Old Year and the Little Painted House

There are so Many Ways to Die!

The older I get, the more people I meet and the more often I go on London trains and have direct, unintentional access to The London Evening Standard, the more I realise that there are so many ways to die. (Sorry to begin your New Year like this, but it’s just true).  You can get … Continue reading There are so Many Ways to Die!

Christmas Hunters of the World, Unite…

A best mate bought me a tea towel. It was red and white and tied with checked ribbon and tinsel. She’d made a card too, which was decorated with a square of material and gold stars. It may end up being my best present. On a day of driving rain and gridlocked roads, she came … Continue reading Christmas Hunters of the World, Unite…