I’ve been drinking a lot of tea lately. I’m still all about the coffee; we got a cafetière at the weekend, so we could try my Dad’s lovely Christmas present from here. I have to say though; I’ve revised my somewhat scathing opinions of tea since Sarge arrived on the scene. There are some quite exciting things happening for me, and tea is the only thing that stops my brain from buzzing. The fact I now ask Sarge to make…
Some of you may remember my quest to get back to my natural hair colour before I turn 30…next month. I went shopping yesterday, something I don’t do very often. My roots/fake colour in a full-length mirror was a scary sight to behold. My nick-name lately has been Two-Tone Tessie. On the way home, I bought some magic in a box. I used it this morning to ‘blend my roots’. They blended quite nicely as I watched Judge Judy for…
Last week I decided that I wanted to actually make something for Sarge for Valentine’s Day. Or at least watch someone else do it. Because the last time I tried to make something, the red stuff wasn’t food-colouring. But it was iron- enriched. Anyway, I’m looking up baking ideas, and my PA suggests Martha Stewart. Now, we have a saying in my family that goes something like this: Molly was Martha Stewart before Martha was Martha Stewart. Molly was my…
As a result of sorting out my piles, I have found a bunch of my old poetry. Most of it is really bad, and should stay in the drawer. I wrote a lot of poetry as a teenager, trying to find my voice, and wondering who might hear mine. Even as an eight year-old I wrote of black roses and thunderstorms and violins at midnight. Getting older didn’t mean I was any less maudlin. But I did begin to write…
