We turn five.
Gaz and I have been together five years now. I know, I deserve a medal. Last year, we forgot our anniversary. I couldn’t very well scold him for not buying me diamonds when I only realised we’d been...
View ArticleKnife Skills improve Life Skills.
In my eternal quest to improve upon my person, I eagerly anticipated this year’s January tradition of Doing Stuff with Team Willis. It all started with a book binding course one...
View ArticleIt’s Cool Runnings. Sort Of.
If there was ever any doubt as to my competitive nature, here I am to a) illustrate how disgustingly desperate I am to win and b) somehow charmingly convince you that this shameful thing what I gone...
View ArticleParanoid Paula
Gaz and I have had a personality swap – like the yin and yang of Chinese philosophy, I was mostly drunk with a dash of sobriety, while he was a little bit drunk and a whole lot sober. Now, we’ve...
View ArticleA letter to the future children I’ll probably never have.
To My Children, To procreate or not to procreate? That is the question. I suspect that my reasons for having children are probably not the kind of reasons that will give you the best start in life,...
View ArticleI see you. Now in High Definiton.
Oh hi there beautiful people. With your sharp suits and focused faces. What’s that sign you’re holding up really far away? Well, I can tell you now, because I survived my surgery and now have perfect...
View ArticleHappy Campers
When we bought Eddie, our campervan, we had big ideas. We were buying into a lifestyle. A bit of this: We’d meet with suitably kitted out friends and convoy to sunny destinations, like this: The...
View ArticleGood cop, bad cop.
Remember a few weeks ago how I waved goodbye to my campervan? That was fun. Since then, I’ve been trying to welcome a new vehicle into my life. But thanks to my unenviable ability to insult every car...
View ArticleDry Clean Only
- In which terrible things happen to my dry cleaning and dry cleaner. Mum was ever so excited when we declared our engagement. ‘I’ll buy your wedding dress!’ she generously offered. Later, when she...
View ArticleGinglik. Good times, well spent.
Spotting the long queue of drunk people waiting for the bouncer to pronounce their admittance to the nightclub, I felt that familiar ‘I hate queues’ feeling one gets when one is faced with a queue one...
View ArticleMobile Disco
How old ought a person be whence first they get their own mobile phone? I’m not keen on today’s technologically advancing world, so if I did bring up a child, I’d want to bring it up outside playing in...
View ArticleHappy Birthday To Me
I turn 30 on Sunday. Oh no, sorry, 31. I’m doing that thing old people do where they forget how old they are. Young people can never understand it – how can you not know how old you are? Believe me –...
View ArticleWild Swim. You Make My Heart Sing.
My Secret Swimming Pool Sometimes it is rather appealing to remind oneself that one is very much alive. Tickety boo. And so it was that I accepted a friend’s invitation to ditch the office one Friday...
View ArticleA New Thread
I’m a bit of a hobby horse, me. I’ve attempted piano and yoga and woodwork and cookery and baking and got bored of all of them – now it’s time to attempt sewing. I blame my latest interviewee, over in...
View ArticleCosmic Rays
Today is a very exciting day at Lunacy of Ink. For today I announce that I have only gone and done it! Greetings Earthlings. Drum roll please… I have been shortlisted in the Lifestyle Category of the...
View ArticleHappy Holidays
I’m in Jersey this week, on a jolly. Hence, I’ll be a writer of few words today. But look at all these beautiful pictures… This is what happens when you holiday with a professional photographer. You...
View ArticleMoving On Up
I’ve been so busy hating my neighbours and longing to move that I almost forgot to love my home. And now we are leaving. In one week, we will no longer live here – the home we’ve had for five years. We...
View ArticleHome Sweet Home
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce Redford. Here she is, our little welcome to the countryside. Because you’re not truly country unless you’ve got a chicken wandering around your garden, are...
View ArticleWhat a novel idea
Good news fans, I’ve decided to write a novel. I’ll probably use a pseudonym so the book can be judged on its own merits, and not because I, Kim Willis, off of Instant Restaurant* 2009, wrote it. Me...
View ArticleFake Bake
I should have learned to say no last time I was asked to bake a cake for a friend’s wedding. ‘You love baking cakes!’ those friends had gushed. A reputation unwarranted. In the end, I’d become so...
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