I don’t mean watching over me, or watching out for me. Is someone out there watching me – or us? I thought I would do a pea pilaf today. Sadly when it came to chucking the rice in the pan it appeared I had used it all up. So I shot out of the door […]Read Post ›

Don’t you just love ’em? I’m not talking about the ones where the relationship stops just short of open warfare, as you jostle for prestige and promotion. Or the ordinary back-stabbers. Or even the seriously irritating incompetent ones. No, I’m talking about the nice helpful ones – who are just lacking that bit of confidence. […]Read Post ›

This is his story. All the way from the Valleys (South Wales – I keep having to remember the internet is global). Don’t forget the accent, now then, or whatever they say with that sing-song sort of voice. Over to him: I will never forget that day. There were only three of us called into […]Read Post ›

Helpful Partner has just read my post. And given me some kind feedback and some not so kind. He has kindly told me I didn’t look ten years older when I staggered red-eyed out of the toilet. But that everyone in the bar could hear me for the ten minutes that I was crying in […]Read Post ›

I don’t really need to say any more, do I? To be honest we like ours and – apart from learning Spanish – they have been helpful in lots of ways. Feeding us, for example, as though we were little waifs and strays. “Here we are Catalina, my family isn’t too keen on the bean […]Read Post ›

For some years before we met he used to babysit for his sister. He got on well with his nephew and niece. After we married, we stayed with his sister and her husband, and their two children. The children seemed nice enough to me, I was clearly a bit of an interloper, but they weren’t […]Read Post ›