Domestic Goddesque

I read in the Evening Standard this week that Delia Smith advocates no less than six types of frozen potato in her new book “How to Cheat at Cooking”. This in addition to ready–cooked mince. So you have all you need to hand to create a delicious Shepherd’s Pie; as DH pointed out, “Why not [...]

I read in the Evening Standard this week that Delia Smith advocates no less than six types of frozen potato in her new book “How to Cheat at Cooking”. This in addition to ready–cooked mince. So you have all you need to hand to create a delicious Shepherd’s Pie; as DH pointed out, “Why not [...]

I read in the Evening Standard this week that Delia Smith advocates no less than six types of frozen potato in her new book “How to Cheat at Cooking”. This in addition to ready–cooked mince. So you have all you need to hand to create a delicious Shepherd’s Pie; as DH pointed out, “Why not [...]

I read in the Evening Standard this week that Delia Smith advocates no less than six types of frozen potato in her new book “How to Cheat at Cooking”. This in addition to ready–cooked mince. So you have all you need to hand to create a delicious Shepherd’s Pie; as DH pointed out, “Why not [...]

We left this exciting tale of woeful customer service with DH’s bank using suspected fraud as a method of reclaiming the £400 deposit we had paid to the Useless Plumbing Co. in order to secure the services of Plumber-Without-Equal. In a recent development DH received a call from the area manager for UPC regarding the [...]

When I emerged from the bedroom today I thought that the fairies had visited. The sad reality was that DH had unwittingly trampled tar through the house. I have written before on our unwise choice of carpet colour, and there’s nothing like tar to make you realise how naive you were to think that pale [...]

When I emerged from the bedroom today I thought that the fairies had visited. The sad reality was that DH had unwittingly trampled tar through the house. I have written before on our unwise choice of carpet colour, and there’s nothing like tar to make you realise how naive you were to think that pale [...]

When I emerged from the bedroom today I thought that the fairies had visited. The sad reality was that DH had unwittingly trampled tar through the house. I have written before on our unwise choice of carpet colour, and there’s nothing like tar to make you realise how naive you were to think that pale [...]

When I emerged from the bedroom today I thought that the fairies had visited. The sad reality was that DH had unwittingly trampled tar through the house. I have written before on our unwise choice of carpet colour, and there’s nothing like tar to make you realise how naive you were to think that pale [...]

Two years ago on 18th February at 2.30pm, I married the man of my dreams in a very moving and romantic ceremony in Central London, followed by a very very amusing evening of Latin American kitsch. Every year on our anniversary DH wakes up and wishes that he could do it all again. I couldn’t [...]