Fish in a tin

Chappy and I were having a bedroom discussion (chortle) that raised the question of tinned pilchards. As in ‘Why the chuff would you eat tinned pilchards when there are other foodstuffs readily available that aren’t a) weird and b) stinky?’ I’ve often encountered Tinned Fish Eaters (as a collective) in the workplace, and whilst I…

We were on a Facebreak…

In the last week of the school Summer Holidays my son asked me whether I asked his permission every time I put a picture of him on the internet. I answered truthfully, and with guilt. No. He responded as all sensible eight year olds who know better about morality, digital ethics and parenting would. You…

Falling out over the fall out.

What a pickle. A darn sorry mess. Those in ‘power’ bluster, befuddle, resign and call ‘no confidence’ when the citizens of the UK entrusted their confidence in a vote. A vote that is a poll of public opinion and at very best (or very worst) a mandate for further action. I’m surrounded by disbelief, but…

Playground politics just got tricky…

Playground politics used to mean being worried about which clique you fitted into. Do you wear your gym kit on the school run and hurry off to yoga? Do you try and avoid mud on your work suit and leg it to make your first meeting the minute the bell goes? Are you the mum…

In, Out, please shake it all about…

Today is the last day you can register to vote for the EU Referendum, and you should. You really should. And it’s not because Emily Davison threw herself under a horse (that’s not why women can now vote, but it helped) and it’s not because countless people in the world still can’t (although this is…

You must not slay dragons (or, The Tricky Second Album)

A little over a week ago I scribbled a letter to the PM (they haven’t got back to me yet, neither have McVities) and lots of you got stuck into the debate. This was unprecedented for my blog, primarily because I mostly write about wool and hooking (and I get that) What made me super…

I’ve got an exclamation mark and I’m not afraid to use it!

Well. It seems as if the Department of Education have a little too much time on their hands, and it’s nice to see that they’ve obviously solved the more pressing issues of recruitment and retention, overwork and decline in pupil wellbeing, because they can now tackle the exclamation mark. Apparently these little bad boys of…

Why New Year’s diets can kiss my turkey-butt

Screw you diets. Bugger off scales. And hello big, sexy pants, warm vests, brandy butter and goose fat. My princess hair is big, grey and messy and any suggestion that it should be otherwise can do one.

The Curse of Black Friday.

I just can’t do it. Well, I could, but then hours of time and love and energy would be rendered pointless. And how much do I have to give? For many crafters and artisans, Black Friday, Pink Tuesday and whatever the hell other ‘cut-your-prices-and-take-my-soul’ days are difficult. Heartbreaking. You want to shift some stock before…