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Dear diary, Apologies for the lack of diary last week, but the mothership was in India and didn’t bother to send some sort of stand in scribe for her, thus leaving me unable to convey my brilliance via this medium – after I broke the last laptop I’m not allowed another one… Sadly, the trip

Dear diary, Right! Own up! Who in all creation has annoyed her upstairs again?! She’s suddenly turned frostier than mother when anyone suggests she’s looking “show ready” and has sent more white stuff our way than at a Happy Mondays after-show party in the 80’s… One minute it’s all spring sunshine and bonking bunnies and

Dear diary, So that time of year is here again when the nights are getting shorter, the mornings lighter and the words “ducking fresh” are heard (often from between gritted teeth) by horse owning humans across the land. I feel that this once again highlights the lack of basic understanding on Darwin’s theory of evolution

Dear diary, Thank you everyone who has responded to my ask regarding how to avoid any more hacking horrors. I have to say some of you are more mercenary than mother (which I can assure you is quite some feat) and your top tips around shoulder dropping and erstwhile literally throwing people under buses were

Hovis out hacking with New Crazy Boss Lady while his mother is out of action. Dear Diary, I give up… Literally give up. Every female I am surrounded by is nuttier than a squirrel in a Special K Factory.  Now, in fairness this is not a new revelation when it comes to the mothership – let’s be honest, the woman struggles to identify which direction a lift is going with

Hovis out hacking with New Crazy Boss Lady while his mother is out of action. Dear diary, Over the years, I have often heard an expression regarding the Karma Bus, but up until this week, was not sure of its existence. Don’t get me wrong, I have seen plenty of buses, but they’re usually headed to exotic sounding places like Frog-In-A-Marsh and full of octogenarians eating Worthers Originals and discussing

Dear diary, As I am sure you all know, the mothership bobbed off at the weekend to St Morzits to watch over-washed and thus shrunk thoroughbreds chase after a bouncy orange ball on a frozen lake while their riders try to smack each other with long hammers. A game only humans could have dreamed up,

Dear diary, Ok, so this chilly willy weather is losing any charm, if it ever held any, faster than mother puts on weight if she even glances longingly at a Jaffa cake. I mean, like seriously, while I know that I was robbed of my ability to propagate the Earth with my progeny at puberty,

Dear diary, If you ever ever wanted proof that Mother Nature is indeed a woman, then her response to my diary last week just about gives as cast iron evidence as you will ever need. So, ok, I *might* have had a bit of a moan about the non-consensual waterboarding that was occurring every time

Dear diary, So, if 2022 was the year of Mother Nature forgetting to take her HRT and thus causing us all to sweat down to the size of a Shetland, then 2023 seems to be the year she forgot her Tena, because lord above it is wet. Like really really wet. Honestly, the amount of