The welfare state, and our own individual acts of kindness, should be an extension of a family’s love.
Anything that gives our life purpose and meaning should not be underrated.
For some of us, it is the sanctified air of the bookshop that we need.
Advertising vodka and the perfect crumpet.
Writing is the mental shed, only you don’t smash your head on the door beam every time you go in. At least not on the good days.
England has become so obsessed with coffee that it’s forgotten how to make a decent brew.
Researchers probably ignore Sundays, preferring to use their professional expertise by predicting election results wrongly instead.
Spending the entire winter in what feels like the gloomier side of the moon means that T-shirts are torn off at the precise moment the sun breaks the clouds.
It is ridiculous how people make assumptions about you based on what car you drive. When I say people, I mean me.
There are numerous treatments on offer, which is euphemism for massages.
‘Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.’
Sometimes we have to ask ourselves if keeping these books is akin to keeping wood that we may use for furniture one day.
Peaking into a handbag is like gazing into someone’s private world.
It seems that modern dating makes a minefield look like a promenade.
Peppa Pig Land proves to be stomping grounds for wild youngsters and hoarse parents.
Like adults, children have many idiosyncrasies.