Mrs Farrell’s Christmas Cake Redux

Mrs Farrell’s Christmas Cake Redux

I wrote this piece four years ago. It’s become a tradition to repost it at this time of year, so I’m sharing it again with some updates. I hope you enjoy it. When I was a child – without fail – November smelled of cinnamon, nutmeg, jewel-bright candied carbuncles of...
Couture Kart

Couture Kart

Me, in the late seventies. Re-enacting a scene from “Whatever happened to Baby Jane?” with my father. It would be twenty years before I’d drive again. Noticeable is the open doors of some of the houses; nobody locked their doors then. Also the almost total absence of...

Style For Living

My mother loved Fashion. More than fashion – which was prone to lapses of taste unacceptable to her – she loved STYLE. She grew up in Dublin at a time when most people were intensely proud and incredibly poor. Money, when it was there, was for essentials. Essentials...

A little of what you fancy does you good.

So last weekend, before I went to visit the Haslemere Charter Fayre my friend Viv of the fannyandjohnnymummyandme blog, who is one of the nicest people you can know – and the best cook I have ever met – gifted me two jars of marmalade: A Black Cherry one,...

Songs From The Marq

Death of a Diva is available now. To buy it, click here. You can also send it as a personalised Gift E-Book here. I write in noise. My mother used to tell anyone who cared to listen that, as a child, I was incapable of enduring silence, and that – with the arrival of...