• my diary

    oh how the wild wind drove her…

    Well I don’t know where it goes! The time, that is; although as I am currently confined to base (more than likely for the rest of today) waiting for Citylink’s second attempt at collecting a parcel they were originally due to pick up almost two weeks ago but didn’t quite manage it for reasons of not bothering to turn up,…

  • my diary

    it’s New York, baby!

    To those who have been wondering, I am still alive – sorry! It’s been a lively couple of weeks all over – the fun started two weekends ago with a night out in York to see the still-fabulous Girlschool, for those who remember them, plus some fairly predictable hotel shenanigans at Heathrow (the third room at my decidedly-less-than 4 star…

  • my diary,  tours

    back! and off again…

    And I’m back! After spending the last three days being fed, fussed, dry-flotated (?) and otherwise mollycoddled to a heinous degree (and even learning new and useful skills; hula hoop fitness class anybody?) I can happily report that I’m looking forward to a lively few weeks… I have had a special bamboo massage plus a pedicure so luxurious I almost…