I was hooked just from reading the cover note, “All across the world, women are rising to incredible heights of leadership – in their communities, in their careers, and in public office. One of them will become America’s first woman president. This book is for them – and for all women seeking to cast off…
Has your life gone to the dogs? Then get one!
How homing a dog brought unexpected physical and mental health benefits – and lots of love and happiness!
Fifty Shades of Grey: an end to submission.
Why has going grey caused so much interest? Why do women have to keep up the pretence of youth? Why doesn’t society align age with beauty?
Addicted to quit-lit
Dry January has spawned an insatiable thirst not for booze, but for sobriety books.
Having it all – am I deluded?
Is it really possible to ‘have it all’ – challenging career, family life and health?
The Battle for Leviathan – Part 2, the final Chapter
Readers of my blog will likely remember Leviathan (affectionately known as ‘Levi’ and latterly ‘Leaves’), the massive boy lamb that had a battle coming in to the world and was then rejected by his mother. I became mum and bottle-fed and cared for him as he grew in to the most affectionate tame lamb with…
Unashamedly frugal. Or how to counter the rising cost of living
Jersey’s cost of living is high, and food especially so. Hop to the U.K. and trawl round a mega-store, and you’ll be amazed at what you can get for your money. Being an island, the cost of import plays a part plus when it comes to food, we’re a captive market so we can’t vote…
Made up with my makeover – an amazing experience with Boots No7 team
I’m no beauty blogger. In fact, the word ‘beauty’ doesn’t often appear in the same sentence as a description of me. My beauty regime (such as it is) consists of slapping the same make-up on in exactly the same way as I have for the last twenty years. But recently, I’ve started looking after myself a bit…
Arm-deep in sheep; a first-time lamber’s battle for Leviathan
How we laughed when I took delivery of the obstetric gauntlets, castration pliers and half a litre of lube. Various ‘Fifty Shades’ jokes and ‘your husband had better behave’ quips ensued. Whilst I’d bought them, it was on the premise of if I have them, I shan’t need to use them. You see, I am a n(ewe)bie lamber,…
Cruel to be kind? Why I plan to eat and enjoy my home-reared lamb.
This blog might come back to haunt me. You might read it back to me in six months’ time and say ‘told you so’ if I’ve then become vegetarian. But, notwithstanding the potential for egg on face, I need to get it off my chest. I LOVE meat. I was once described by a colleague…
Gotta hustle for that muscle – weight training for women over 40.
The smell hit me like a wall – masculine, testosterone-filled sweat in an unairconditioned gym. I looked around – guys lifting weights, muscles flexing, grunting and exhaling as they pushed their bodies to finish that last, seemingly excruciating set. I nearly turned heel and left, it was all so alien and a long way from the sanitised…
Dry January into fizz-free February?
I’m a goal digger. I get a kick out of setting a challenge and smashing it. So as part of ‘do stuff in my 41st year’, I kicked off 2017 by signing up to Dry January, the annual well-publicised commitment to abstaining from alcohol for 31 loooooong days. Now before you get the wrong idea, I’m…
