Author Archives: Tiggy Hayes
Sad demise of Tetley Teabag RIP!
You cannot imagine how guilty I feel! I have killed the cat! Firstly, so that you are aware I personally am not a cat lover. In our early years Sexy Sporty Dad persuaded me to have a pure grey kitten, … Continue reading
Capital Punishment
“ havin the most borin time in London after b’in dragged here by my mum” Middle Son’s entry on facebook read during our recent trip round London. How much entertainment do teenagers need to keep them from the riotous anarchy … Continue reading
Neighbourly Unease
My neighbour is killing me! Don’t get me wrong he is not a pathological killer or a mass murderer or anything like that but he is bending the law and generous spirit of those around him to breaking point. We … Continue reading
Public Inconvenience
Cleanliness comes before Godliness, Happiness and MRSA. Unfortunately, I was caught short at the supermarket this week and had to use their facilities. Leaving my half filled trolley at the end of the milk aisle I made a dash for … Continue reading
Party Planning!
As I approach and agonise over the speed of time passing and my next milestone birthday, I try to plan how I should mark the occasion for myself. Thankfully I have a couple of years to plan it but with … Continue reading
For the Greater Sporting Good
I spent Sunday cooped up in a boiling car, with the family travelling to and from Bristol. No 1 Son got out of it by ironically attending a First Aid Course for his Duke of Edinburgh, despite his apathy this … Continue reading
Perfect Point of View
I received a review recently stating that my characters and their lifestyle appeared too perfect and therefore unbelievable. I beg to differ! My sister, whose family is the inspiration in part behind my characters in my novel Memories, probably would … Continue reading
Dwindling Congregations
Goddaughter was confirmed with all the pomp and ceremony they could muster and I was her sponsor. Torn with emotion at leaving No 1 Son behind to do his own thing; but delighted that Goddaughter was making the commitment and … Continue reading
Severing (or gnawing) the Apron Strings
No 1 Son has been on his first (and at the moment; last) Duke of Edinburgh expedition; a trial run for assessment in September, while we were away for the weekend. Torn with emotion at having to leave No 1 … Continue reading
Balancing Act
(Thank God for Wine and Tea) Having nearly reached the end of the holiday; the scales of sanity are being helped with copious cups of tea and gargantuan glasses of wine. It is a fine line we tread to keep … Continue reading