There’s nothing I like more

than occasionally pretending to be a real grown-up. I think that my actual grown-upness might have peaked between February 2010 and September 2011.  This is the period when I lived together with my boyfriend of the time, in a rather nice apartment on Pall Mall (the Liverpool address, not London).  Shoes off at the door, nice bathroom/kitchen, […]

I do sometimes wonder

what it must be like on the other side.  You know, the house, the partner, the car, (the kids). It’s all very well and good being single, independent and nipping off to Wales, or London or Paris or Mexico and having complete freedom to do what you want, when you want and not having to […]