This was not the body that lifted me up to Georgie in his budgerigar’s cage, saying “Night, night, Georgie;” nor the hands that held my clammy forehead over the toilet bowl when I was sick. Dad was slipping away to a place he had not yet been, and I was helpless to pull him back.
Twitter banning Donald Trump has done wonders for my mental and emotional health.
Sex is difficult enough to negotiate, both emotionally and physically (not to mention the post-coital laundry), without having to bring sums into the equation.
What is it about a global pandemic that brings out the love of murder in people?
It’s called Hold Fast to the Arts and asks people to support the performing arts by sponsoring an eligible individual’s dining experience at the restaurant.
Having bought it for such a ridiculous price and also feeling it held a certain sentimental value, I could not bear to part with it. Renting a second little home for us both seemed, strangely, like the more cost-effective option.
The problem with all three volumes is that they make sex sound so… well, nice. Of course, it can be (Netflix’s Bridgerton makes that all too apparent), but where are the sections titled ‘What to do when he’s shagging your best friend,’ or ‘What to do when he’s so tiny, you need sat nav to find it?’
What stays? What goes? How do you decide? Do you go with sentimental value, or the ones you are most likely to open again?
The lack of punctuation in the ‘Florida Man Murders’ star Judge Alex Ferrer… nearly gave one Twitter user a heart attack (thanks a bunch, Fox News – a colon after ‘Murders’ was all it would have taken); I nearly had one myself when I heard about Alex Ferrer on Oxygen.
It is the most wonderful present I have ever received: so breathtakingly thoughtful, and lovingly put together by Kim, who Mum adored (as do I).