Once a month I wake up with booze on my breath, guacamole in my hair and an ill-defined sense of shame. If I were 21, this might indicate a cracking night out. As I’m 43, it means I got drunk again discussing Jodi Picoult on a near-stranger’s couch. Because like 99.9 per cent of middle-class, middle-aged women, I belong to a book club – and … Continue reading The truth about Book Clubs
Two weeks ago, my two mates and I did something we’d never tried before. No, not ratatouille or Trance, but a Spa Break. What’s more, we did it at a place called The Hampshire Four Seasons, which sounds like a pizza but is actually a posh hotel (the kind that doesn’t sell Tampax from a vending machine out. Or toothpaste by the squirt). Scary stuff. … Continue reading A trip to the Hampshire Four Seasons Spa
Statisticians have identified mid-January as Britain’s Annual Low-Point – our spirits communally crushed by a mix of post-Christmas detox, debt and dismal weather. Boo-bloody-hoo, I say. Most of us have food, shelter and a choice of towels. What’s to fret about? The January Blues, that’s what. They’re mean critters, who clutch your soul, twist your spleen, and then make you do stupid things like read … Continue reading The January Blues – a few reasons it’s not so bad
Despite having read the book twice (I’m 43, there’s been time for reading) all I can remember is page after page of Pierre rattling round his vast estates and sweating the small stuff (namely, what to do about the serfs? And Crops: Where To Put Them?) With all the sex, war and dancing gone down my cerebral-swanny, I was ready for a BBC re-boot. Though … Continue reading War and Peace…and a Hot Potato
Much as I love my husband, he’s a bog-standard bloke. And sometimes the bog is strong in him. Take last year: exhausted by three kids, a stressful job and a profoundly irritating wife, he gave up on his hitherto rigorous exercise programme. As he piled on the pounds, I drew a clear message: I wasn’t worth bothering for. We sparred about it for a bit … Continue reading Does your man pass the quality test?
Late home from work, kids playing up, not had a shower? So what! You need to have sex within 60 minutes of getting through the front door. Late last night, my husband returned from a work trip to find me scraping the bottom of a casserole dish. He listed all the ways he was shattered. Then I listed all the ways I was. “Right,” I said. … Continue reading The one hour sex rule
Kate Moss and Jamie Hince are reportedly splitting up; Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner’s marriage is also over. Divorce among couples aged 40-44 is on the rise again – but surely there’s a way to do it amicably, whether you’re part of the couple breaking up or the family and friends? Stick to these rules and you won’t go wrong. 1. Don’t pass judgment Your … Continue reading How to look after your divorcing friends – the rules