There’s been radio silence recently from Jones Towers (a bit like Trump Towers without the bling) because, well frankly (look away now if swearing offends)  it’s been a pretty shit week. It started the Sunday before last when a very lovely and well intentioned football parent on hearing my mother had died this year (it […]

I mentioned music at the end of my last blog and thought it might be something I’d like to explore as a way back to myself.  Music has always been important to me, as a girl I sang in the local girls choir where I grew up in Llanelli.  Choral singing has an effect on […]

“Where’s this weeks blog post?” my friend Sarah moaned on Facebook this morning. “Eh?” I thought. “Yes,” chimed in another friend “I like my little read of your blog each week, seems odd without it.” Lumme!  I have An Audience.  OK two people is not a big audience but we writers are permitted to exaggerate […]

I looked down at the poppy pinned to my jacket after writing last weeks blog for Remembrance Day.  Of course I actually looked at a pin because I rarely have a poppy for long.  My poppies are like a Remembrance Day version of the Elf on the Shelf that’s gaining popularity over here, appearing in […]

I took my boy to a football match this Saturday, the local derby that is Brentford v QPR. It was away and the traffic was terrible as we slogged across west London eventually conceding defeat and parking in the retail hell-hole that is Westfields shopping centre on a Saturday afternoon. As is the tradition, every […]

For those not of a rugby frame of mind, I should clarify that the hooker in question hooks the ball backwards in the scrum. I won’t go into the whole shebang about how/why I was kissing a hooker but the brief salient details were that I had been a single parent for quite some years […]

The blog post below is doing the rounds on Twitter for good reason.  Not having grown up in England (Africa and Wales if you’re interested) I appreciate the baffling mystery of cricket.  However I seem to have adopted English eccentricity as if I were born to it (which I suppose I was – Bristol if […]