My lack of tragedy.

Aside, of course, from the daily farce that is the fact I haven’t been discovered as the 21st century’s most promising unpublished novelist as yet, my life has seen a remarkable lack of tragedy. I look around me at my friends and workmates, and wonder why my life hasn’t been touched with tragedy in the

I’m not cheap, I’m thrifty. Very thrifty.

“You’re cheap!” The words hurt me, especially coming from a friend I’ve known for years. She wanted to go out one Friday evening, but I was trying to save money and wanted to stay in with a pizza and a movie instead. So she called me cheap. And it hurt, and we fought, and we

September mourns.

TS Eliot said that April is the cruellest month (click here, if you don’t believe me), but I think he’s wrong. For me, the cruellest month is September. Always has been, always will be. September is the month when everything changes for the worst. Summer is over, school is back, vacations are a distant memory.

You’re never too young to be a feminist.

Absolutely LOVED LOVED LOVED this piece in The New York Times. We’re now more likely to tell our daughters they can be anything they want to be — an astronaut and a mother, a tomboy and a girlie girl. But we don’t do the same for our sons. It’s soooo true. Society spends so much of

New me, new blog.

What do I want from this blog? What is it going to achieve? How is it going to help me grow as a person? I have absolutely no idea. But I know that I want to do it, so I might as well start here! First up, the rules about what this blog is NOT