Georgette Heyer has been on my mind – and my bedside table – an awful lot recently, partly because her delicious novels are always the perfect antidote to depressing headlines, and partly because Jilly Cooper chose Devil’s Cub as one of her Books That Built Me. 812 more words
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As I mentioned in my previous post, I have just had a baby.
She is snuffly, limb-twitchy, peely-skinned: oh-so-new. I am entranced. She has also reacquainted me with the hours between 10pm and 5am (and my toddler already has me well acquainted w ith 5am onwards.) There’s only one thing to take you through those long night feeds, my friends – through those jiggly, bottom-patting hours of swaying and soothing. 528 more words
My nephew got married at Ascot, top hat and in a fancy carriage with his newly wed wife. My ex had come from Wales, where everything is so green in the valley and everyone so alike, she went to the races with her brother, it’s a hobby that costs a fortune. 262 more words