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Note to Self

In recent months, I’ve noticed a number of vloggers and bloggers writing or reading an open ‘Letter/Note to My Younger/Former Self’...

Fiddly-dee *prances about like a slightly weird and not-in-the-least-bit cute foal*! The day has finally come! My trilogy of books is...

I was born and bred in London. You might say I was a real, honest-to-goodness, pearly-kings-and-queens-card-holding Cockney. I was born...

I was recently asked by school-mum-friend and qualified reflexologist, Hazel Powell, to come for a trial of reflexology. And in return, I...

I don’t know how to feel. I can lie to myself; I’ve been lying to myself for years. But I can’t lie to the blog. The blog demands the...

In the old days, when you read a book, you simply read a book. That book either affected you in some way, or it didn’t. Either way, you...

Hello! Is it me you’re looking for? Probably not, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to do (either that or you read a different blog…oh,...

Apologies, apologies, apologies! I’ve been off the grid again lately as far as blogging is concerned. I read somewhere that you’re not...

I don’t often write letters of complaint or bad reviews. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth; I worry about the person receiving...

One of the best things about blogging is reading the comments that people are moved enough to post in the little box at the end. And last...