My Botox hell

My Botox hell

Feb 12

Sydney is a blur of yachts, perfect boobs and wealthy dentists all having a whale of a time. But ageing is definitely not kosher. As I discovered last time I was in Sydney when women at parties investigated my lips, jawline, forehead and behind my ears at the speed of a dragonfly. Now, years later, I consider my crow’s feet, worry lines and softening jawline and wonder whether I dare...

Christmas Schmistmas

Christmas Schmistmas

Jan 09

On Christmas Eve I watched two grown women fighting over the last huggable unicorn. Actual fighting. Security called and everything. “Put me in your microwave and I will keep you warm,” promised the unicorn. That’s all it was. The promise of warmth. ‘Cos they all looked cold, those last-minute Christmas shoppers. Cold and hard and horrified at the amount of cash they’d haemorrhaged...

Don’t believe everything you read about the NHS – it’s like a fun hotel!

Don’t believe everything you read about the NHS – it’s like a fun hotel!

Oct 27

Like most people, I have a fear of hospitals. They spell MRSA, Clostridium Difficile, limbs wrongly removed and exhausted, sub-qualified Congolese nurses misreading decimal points and giving people overdoses. So when my son was injured and a visit to A&E led to a two night stay, I envisioned us lying in a corridor listening to a dehydrated old lady scream herself hoarse for a glass of water....