‘A land of magical mists, sideways rain and copious Starbucks’ Dear (...)

Swimming through scented post this morning, are we? Skidding over crimson envelopes and cellophane-wrapped roses in your hurry to let the cat out?

Swimming through scented post this morning, are we? Skidding over crimson-coloured envelopes and cellophane-wrapped roses in your hurry to let (...)

“I read it while wiping Yuletide entrails (squashed gnome, turkey carcass, orphaned pine needles) from the soles of my festive boots and wondering how soon I could decently incinerate the Christmas tree.” Photograph: Remko De Waal/EPA

I’m in two minds about buying a “No junk mail” sticker for my front door: sometimes the glossy flyers and crumpled missives that land on the mat are j(...)

With the new year on its way, the onesie is a no-no, definitely something to be ditched along with the empties and the turkey carcass

Had your fill of figgy pudding yet? Wake up this morning lamenting the Liebfraumilch? Would you rather eat the One Direction calendar than put another(...)

Okay, I accept there are great swathes of humanity out there who genuinely like this pre-Christmas period; calm, accepting individuals who right now a(...)

Stupefied by Michael Bublé, who was dreaming of a white Christmas on an unnecessarily cruel permanent loop, I found myself marooned in a supermarket a(...)

A couple of years ago, in December, my husband was being treated for a serious illness in a Dublin hospital. Prior to his sojourn in Dublin he had spe(...)

Coddle: 'Even if you didn’t like it, there was no such thing as saying no - it was your dinner and you ate it.”

The cat was looking at the leftover shredded duck in her metallic feeding bowl this morning, with the kind of affronted incredulity she usually reserv(...)

We should all be hibernating, a friend told me recently. Outside, the sky was a scowling mass of grey on grey; I was sitting at the table moaning at h(...)

‘Bristol is famous for three things,” said the gnomic man with the pink cheeks and sparkling eyes in the bed opposite my brother’s. “Really?” I replie(...)

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