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A holiday or a handbag?

A holiday or a handbag?

Why I choose to have stories to tell not stuff to show Two weeks ago I purchased the final plane ticket of three so that Mr T could join me on a work trip to Canada. Just Mr T and I.   A kid-free adventure abroad together for the first time in seven years. There was a...
F**k you cheeseboard!

F**k you cheeseboard!

The tight northerner in me can’t bear to bin the half-eaten pork pie and two thirds of a bowl of trifle. Half empty tubs of cream, brandy butter, pate. And cheese! Red cheese, white cheese, smelly cheese, cheese with fruit in it, goats cheese… every type of...