Had a bit of an adventure yesterday…

In which Mr McG throws me a curveball…

Mr McG once almost pulled off a terrific coup…

As any expat knows, one of the two most fraught things to find in a new country is a good hairdresser…

We lived in London briefly after we got married…

I’d taken my new boyfriend, the future Mr McG, to spend the weekend at my parents’…

A friend of Mr McG’s was once invited to a very grand house for a very grand weekend party.

My husband once attended woodworking classes…

For my daughter’s 9th birthday, we threw her a party. I decided to go whole hog and make her a cake.

When my daughter was about 5, she asked me how babies were made.

The twins spotted a cow with blood on its bottom…

Pretty much everything used to make me blush. I blushed at the thought of blushing.

I’m a sucker for holidays. Especially on an island far, far away.

In 2001, we were invited to a birthday party in southern Spain (those were the days).

We invited some close friends and their children for xmas one year. The children in question were grown up but we didn’t tell our other guests…

My wonderful mother-in-law, The Wee Granny (TWG) stayed with us regularly…

My sort-of-daughter-in-law, SODIL for short, is here to help me set up as a BnB. She arrived with two giant suitcases and a massive rucksack….

So. Dancing classes. Yes...

Tic removals are a two-person job…

Soon after we moved in, we became aware of rumours we were a sect…