Last week I was trying to choose a colour for my hall, stairs and landing. It was a mine field of magnolia, cream, off-white and shades of l...

Reds and pinks and oranges, fading to brown. I have an art project in my mind for the kids to do, to collect a bucket of leaves and make me...

We are all so fed up with the cold and greyness seeping in through the windows and under doors. It creeps silently, sapping the energy from ...

Once upon a time, I found a grey hair. It would defy gravity and stick up and wave at me in the mirror, brutally resistant to hairspray, gel...

We spent the last week of the school holidays in Norfolk, land of big skies, Cromer crabs and some of the countries loveliest beaches. In th...

This week was all about seeking a little colour in my otherwise grey days. The little dot of red on muddy wheels. A dumper full of colour...

We have a tin of colouring pencils that Grandma gave to The Big One. They originally belonged Daddy when he was a boy and have been sat wa...