Carol Hedges

So that was Christmas. Little G got the bicycle she desperately wanted, and has spent a lot of time riding round the small grassy island...

Harpenden in the Snow (pic. Alison Woodley) We live in interesting times, as the saying goes. For some of us, the times are slightly mo...

What is Christmas without a P*A*R*T*Y? So step inside the writing garret, gentle reader, and help yourself to a party hat, a handful of p...

Christmas preparations are underway at You must be mad's house. Little G and Small   have helped to lug home a very big tree which ...

WARNING: This blog post contains strong language and scenes of a surgical nature that some readers may well find distasteful. Don't ...

As regular readers of this blog know, 4 years ago, I was diagnosed, via a routine screening, with ductile cancer, and underwent an oper...

It is nearly the beginning of December. Everywhere is gearing up for Christmas: lights are being strung between High Street lamp posts, C...

The PINK SOFA is a great celebrant of Christmas, and has already laid in stocks of food and bottles of mulled wine for its Christmas gu...

Now that Little G is three and a half (or as she puts it: nearly four), our relationship has moved to a new dimension. While Small pott...

 'No shelter from the kniving wind                                                        No solace from the driving snow.     ...