While I was growing up, my mother and father were recovering hippies. Years spent listening to Clapton, Queen, Geldof and Hendrix (admittedly a mixed bunch of musical talent) has its pay off. I always loved the fact my parents would blare music round the house at all hours. There was no better high then singing … More Style inspiration – Felicity Kendal

I am so very tired. The last two weeks are always a killer but…this term was hard! I cannot blame my class as they are lovely – it is a dream to be listened to when an instruction such as “sit and read” is given. Nevertheless, regardless of the class you have, two seven week … More This will have to be brief.

I probably wouldn’t be pruning my rose tree in the final days of November. Then again, since I’m not Monty Don – and I am notoriously green-fingerless – I don’t know whether this is an insane thing to be doing or not. Should you prune a rose in November? It looked sad and neglected and … More If I were Monty Don

my blog is too depressing – Christopher says. So, let’s begin again with a happy subject. Christmas is just around the corner! There is now certainly no concern over whether it’s “still too early” to start bringing out the Buble (of the Michael variety) or deciding what to watch this evening is definitely “The Santa … More Already

The empty rolls of tissue, full bin and inability to breathe proves the first to be true. I have begun to wonder whether the plague begins like this…or possibly something even more sinister…is there anything more sinister? I am aware – thanks to “Autumn Watch” (which, might I add, I only watched once and only out … More I may, or may not, be dying.

Allow me to introduce myself. Fliss. 25. Dyed dark brown hair, now shoulder length (both mistakes of great magnitude). Teacher (also, possibly, a mistake of, possibly, even greater magnitude). Socially-able adult in training (in on-going life rehab for innate introverted state of being). Engaged to and in love with a wonderful man (he’ll like that). … More Day one.