Husband and I stay in the UK for one reason alone: our son. Well technically, he's my step son but since I have pretty much done all of the major bringing up bits since he was 5 (his mother is a waste of space), I think of him as my son. Sadly, he is slowly and catastrophically morphing into a parody of his excuse for a mother at the moment. Pre- ( Read more... )

"The nagging, nebulous, peripheral ghost at the back of my mind."The British call it "intuition," but the Germans would, and probably do have a word that encapsulates all of the above words perfectly and with the absolute correct meaning.[1 ( Read more... )