It’s the eve of a new decade and I’m entering it as I intend to live it; sat on my arse in my pyjamas binge-watching a new Netflix series. I am partly joking of course. I’ll probably get dressed at some point in 2020, for work at least. As I took down our Christmas tree
It’s been a fortnight since we returned from Mykonos and it already feels like we never went at all. If it wasn’t for my depleted bank balance and the overwhelming post-holiday come down, I’d be sure I’d dreamt it. Admittedly the past fortnight has been a bit of a blur, complete with meetings, too many
By Friday of last week, following what can only be described as an ABYSMAL end to my working week, I was ready for a break. Earlier this year, I wrote about the trials and tribulations of booking a holiday with friends and the pitfalls it can bring when you’ve no idea how to choose a
Now is the season of impending nuptials. At least I think that’s what Shakespeare said. June is a month where at least two things are guaranteed to happen – neither of which include the bizarre combination of sunshine and thunderstorms that we’ve experienced in the North West of England over the past 24 hours: I’m
It’s rare that I get to visit London for anything other than a same-day return and a two-hour business meeting, but this past weekend I was fortunate to have a spare couple of days to visit my friend Suzi. A long-time resident of Wanstead (that’s East London to anyone unfamiliar), and a family friend
Despite having entered the age bracket where reproduction is basically obligatory, and pyjamas by 6:30pm is socially acceptable, on occasion I’m still invited out of the house to celebrate the fact that two adult humans have opted to spend the rest of their lives together. On Saturday (16th Feb), I was lucky enough to
It’s the annual ritual in our house. Three weeks into the New Year, with no money and the January blues in full swing, there’s only one thing on our (mostly my) mind. Escape. The conversation normally goes something like this: Me: “Let’s book a holiday soon.” Him: “Let’s assess our finances fir…” Me:
We are now careening towards Christmas at break-neck speed, which means one of several things. On Boxing Day my nephew, Sam, will morph into an eight-year-old. I still vividly remember the day that my sister told me that she was expecting. I was stood in the kitchen of the house I was sharing with
