the end was just the beginning
I decided you were all dirty buggers when yesterday's blog post - "Let's Talk About Sex" - started going off. I'm talking crazy clicks. Ah, I thought, so that's the secret. Just put "sex" in the title each day and my numbers will go through the roof, HouseGoesHome will be a runaway success and I'll... Continue Reading →
I went bar hopping in Newcastle last night. It was exactly the sort of bulk fun I needed after a crappy week in the trenches. We started early - 4.30pm - so we could soak up the afternoon rays at our first port of call. Five bars later ... My head is a bit hurty... Continue Reading →
It's official: I miss the kids terribly and can't wait to see them in a few hours. It's been eight loooooong days since I last cuddled them. Also official: organising dog sitting is a big, fat pain. My advice: never get a dog as revenge on your duplicitous husband. (He didn't want a dog, so... Continue Reading →
So, there's this blog idea floating around: three things I like about me. Miss Cackle wrote a confronting version that included these moving sentences: "I’ve never liked her, the girl in the mirror. I’ve never much liked the girl inside that skin, either. Whether it’s innate or society telling me I should never tell myself I’m... Continue Reading →
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