The pain of that day has left a scar on us all.
There is an order to the culinary universe. If I defy it and feast at noon,I’m a couch potato before sundown.
I am a person of simple tastes. So why do I splurge on little luxury items?
The women on our screens are looking more alike. Then along comes the unconventionally striking Aimee Lou Wood. I can’t keep my eyes off her.
My response to medical appointments is like a demented Murphy’s law:what can go wrong,will go wrong,even if it means it suddenly and inexplicably goes right.
Why does online shopping sometimes turn us into the worst versions of ourselves:needy,obsessive and unsatisfied?
I’m no foodie,but my Instagram feed is the full smorgasbord – as long as someone else is cooking.
All those months,all that work,all that money,shrunk to a rag.
I was hoping I could buy a new car. I couldn’t buy myself a new tyre for that amount.
I call it the “shopping mall test” and it helps protect my future self from aggravation.