Is it age or rage?

Is it age or rage?

There’s something of a role reversal emerging here at Domestic Executive HQ. But not in the way you might ordinarily imagine. Alas, no-one has yet stepped up to take over the ironing. Instead, I’ve taken up the mantle of owner of speakers’ corner and custodian...
Don’t be fooled

Don’t be fooled

It may 1 April but this is no April fool trick.  I’m back with high falutin blogging ambitions. Although autumn is upon us this summer has broad shoulders and is still warming body and soul.  Whilst I’ve been gone on my blogging sabbatical there has been plenty...
Seeing the wood from the trees

Seeing the wood from the trees

    Over the last few weeks I took an unofficial sabbatical from blogging.  It was so unofficial that I didn’t even tell myself.  Instead, somewhere deep in my subconscious I was looking for an answer to a question posed by a fellow blogger about who do...
No Looking Back

No Looking Back

Life’s flotsam and jetsam reverberates at this time year.  People are looking back on the previous year to reflect on the best, the worst and the most significant.  One of the most fascinating retrospectives I watch was the BBC 2013 Moments in Time that explored...
On Being Lost for Words

On Being Lost for Words

In the last few weeks my mind has been like a candle flickering in the wind.  Stretched to its limits with studying and some intense work assignments, my poor brain deserves a break.  Strangely though all I can think about doing this coming holiday is curling up...