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Belly Laughs

I’m trying to catch up on some of my magazine reading and have just read Woman’s Weekly Fiction Special from March – yes, you see how far behind I am!   As ever there were some wonderful stories in amongst the pages – especially from my favourites, Teresa Ashby, Wendy Clarke and Joanna Campbell. I also enjoyed the story by Linda Povey, who is part of an online writer’s group I used to be a member of. But what really made me laugh out loud was Jane Wenham-Jones’ description of getting stuck in a dress she was trying on and having to call a friend to get her out of it.   What amused me most was not her predicament, but the fact that it took me back to a time when a similar thing happened to me. Not long after my youngest was born, I was going to a wedding and needed a new dress.   I went into a shop, much posher than I would normally dream of entering, and saw a beautiful dress on a hanger.   Unfortunately for me the dress looked much nicer on the hanger than it did on me so I

The Merrie Month of May

Oh I love the month of May.   One of the reasons is because it’s the month of my birthday, although I have to admit that as the years creep up, it’s not quite as exciting as it used to be.   I try not to look on my birthday as a reminder of the advancing years, but use it as an excuse to spoil myself.   If you can’t kick back on your birthday then when can you?   But the main reason I love May is the weather.   The nights draw out, the weather gets warmer (in theory) and finally, after the dark days of winter we can reconnect with the outside world again.   And the first few days of May have been a blessing.   Although it’s a bit cloudier today, the forecast for the Bank Holiday is good (fingers crossed).   The only downside to being in the outside world again though, is that I can no longer deny the shambles which is my garden.   Gardening to me is like housework – I hate doing it but love the results.   When I say gardening, what I really mean is weeding. I never s