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I’m staying with Lindsey Kelk for the weekend. There are so many things I am loving about staying with her, but top of the list was a two-hour walk round a dark park last night, filled with mating people and skunk smokers and men lurking in clumps of bull rushes. All of these things were good, but none of them were beaten by the NAUGHTY RACCOON who came to stare at us. ISN’T HE NICE!
As those of you who follow me on facebook will know, I’ve been on holiday in the North of England for the last week. It’s been absolutely lovely, in spite of biblical weather and a flat tyre and my extremely troublesome bottom. (My coccyx has gone mad; it’s not a fart-related issue.) The Man and I have lots of lovely friends in the northern climes and have spent years saying, Yes, Yes, We will come and stay with you and it’ll be GREAT. And then we never go and stay with them. Largely because the North is not really en … Continue reading
The Man and I went on a luxury all-inclusive holiday. Here we are, looking happy and brown. The Man and I don’t generally do luxury holidays. Most of our travel adventures have involved backpacks and quite a lot of foulness. Mostly involving my insides, as you may or may not care to remember. So to recap, we generally don’t do luxury. Even less do we do all-inclusive. But I was half-dead with exhaustion after giving birth to my third novel and The Man was half-dead with exhaustion after making a really amazing film which I will tell you about when … Continue reading
This is an attempt at a FROG: a Filmed Robinson Blog. It will probably go wrong, if indeed I manage to upload it at all, because I am doing the entire thing from my phone at Stansted airport. But here goes anyway…. Your browser does not support the video tag
I know, I know. Your lives have ground to a pitiful halt. You’ve lost the sparkle in your eyes; your boss is beginning to notice your lacklustre approach to work and your social life is stagnating. All because you have been waiting, glued to your computer screens, for my next blog. WHERE IS SHE, you’ve been yelling. WHERE IS LUCY ROBINSON? I NEED HER. I LOVE HER. Well perhaps this is a little over the top but I apologise nonetheless for my silence, friends. It’s because I have done something a little bit wild; I’ve been on holiday. Whoa! Stop that girl! … Continue reading