Monthly Archives: July 2008

There are plenty of trolleys to go around. Or is this particular one your super duper triple special extra lucky trolley with the magical ability of wheeling you to the best bargains in store? The aisle is meant for free … Continue reading →

If given an unlimited budget, and no questions asked, and only yourself to spend on, and only a single purchase, what would you buy? This is part of fantasise into reality therapy being conducted gratis on this blog by socially … Continue reading →

So there we were, a group of four moms, togged up in our best smart casuals sitting at a newly revamped Chinese restaurant, a stone’s throw away from my home, doing what four moms sitting together do the best. Discuss … Continue reading →

Disclaimer: Am not fishing. Am not. Am not. Am genuinely terrified of going grey so soon.   For reasons that I will not get into here, and bore your reading eyes out of their sockets, I had a right nasty … Continue reading →

Part one: Saturday We watched a movie. Like we always do. It is a given task to be achieved on a Saturday evening, given that we are generally bored of watching each others faces by Saturday evening, and we’d rather … Continue reading →

Given that I squeeze out precious walking time from the intervals between running behind a child prone to climbing over walls (the park in our building is over the car park and therefore technically on the first floor), acting out … Continue reading →

For someone who drools unbecomingly when she turns to the beauty pages of any fashion magazine, my sense of make up is zilch. Yes, yes, despite the fact that the stash in the three drawers of my dressing table could … Continue reading →

Wide legs are in, wide legs are in. Yes, all ye with milk bottle ankles rejoice, wide legs are in. Which also means the La Guitterra amongst us all can look like chunks of flesh from head to toe with … Continue reading →

This is a line. For the tickets. Not a food line. Not an aid distribution line. Now do you mind getting off my back and parking your feet on the floor? And not peering over my shoulder to check which … Continue reading →

Lets start this post on a tangent. Namely, the husband. View the man from any angle and one word comes to mind. Beefy. Yup. The sort with a neck like a treetrunk, and shoulders so broad that they were meant … Continue reading →