You and I, we’re food grazers. We like small-and-often, rather than huge-and-infrequent. The problem for you Bee, and was for me: life at home is strictly three meals a day. No snacks, no treats.
So (look away now, Bee, if you don’t want to be shamed), snaffling food when no-one was looking became a guilty pleasure. Continue reading
You look at your face in the mirror and see all the things the magazines tell you not to have. Spots, blemishes, lines, scars…
…and eyebrows. Continue reading
It struck me as I was shopping the other day. I saw ‘fun-sized’ chocolate bars. Then ‘fun-sized’ bananas and apples. For the first time, as I was putting a package of this ‘fun-sized’ fruit in my trolley, I realised that it was just another word for ‘small’. Continue reading
D’you remember reading the Winnie-the-Pooh stories? I re-read them recently and laughed my socks off! I love Piglet the most. He is so small, and shy, and yet he longs to be brave and have big adventures.
And when he is with his best friend Winnie-the-Pooh, he is brave, albeit in a squeaky, nervous kind of way. Continue reading