Ian and I went for Sunday roast with my family earlier, as we usually do. It’s always an amusing affair, usually because my nana is off following her own train of thought and throws the odd non-sequitur in at a crucial juncture. Here is what happened this week. “Did you like the peas?” my mum … More Doctor Who?
My dad’s 60th birthday present – a painting of my mum looking through a window in Venice.
After Sunday dinner last week my mum suggested playing a fun game. I have conveniently forgotten what it’s called, but it’s a cross between Taboo and Who’s In The Bag, where you have to describe an object to your partner or team, without using that word. It’s very popular in the Richardson household, because we … More Poubelle