I’d intended to do something utterly decadent and fabulous that somehow involved chocolate eggs with marshmallow filling for this post. Something tongue in cheek. Something irreverent. Because that, of course, is my default setting.
The thing about spending the amount of time in the kitchen that I do, is things can get a bit lonely. Merlot is an excellent conversationalist, to be sure. But as I don’t actually speak ‘cat’, her incessant chatter isn’t exactly what I would call spell binding.
So when the inimitable Nina Timm from
When women get depressed, they shop – generally for shoes. Given that A) I already have about 40 pairs; B) I actually wear only maybe five of them and C) I would need to move house if I bought just one more pair, I decided to give this up. Not the practice of shopping to get my head screwed […]