Years ago, I remember my friend Tim being incensed by an episode of Downton Abbey that featured the Earl of Grantham’s dog on a lead. Of course, the hound of a great man on a great estate would not need to be tethered, but it didn’t seem like the most significant of details, and I was amused by Tim’s strong feelings on the subject. Read More…

There was a moment in the last couple of weeks when I thought it might actually all be OK. It wasn’t when I was watching CNN and Biden edged over the 270 mark, though that was pretty special. It wasn’t when the BBC announced the Pfizer vaccine was 90% effective, though that was a profound relief. No, it was when Nigella appreciated the moist cracks in her own chocolate tahini pudding. Read More…

Well, well, well. Here we are again. Time flies when you’re pretending to home-school your feral kids, Instagramming your sourdough starter and adding another bottle of gin to the Ocado order. Read More…

Given my love for Anne of Green Gables, I was always going to be interested in the story of a red-headed orphan. The Queen’s Gambit flooded my twitter timeline recently, so I made the first move, intrigued by the whole chess premise. Read More…

As you know, I take this blog extremely seriously, and, like the hip chick I am, try to keep it timely and up-to-date. However, last week we were on holiday, and somewhat misguidedly handed control of the remote to our eldest son. Read More…