I got on a bus. Well, I wasn’t to know, was I? I just saw a bus stop by the…

By the time you read this I will have delivered my long-awaited speech to the World Horse Welfare annual conference…

A letter has arrived summoning me to parents’ evening to discuss Cydney’s progress. Yes, I am aware that Cydney is…

‘This is a two Voltarol day,’ I thought, as I popped another pill and settled into the bath after Darcy’s…

Devotee of the old ways though I am, I can just about understand why a misguided animal lover might oppose…

The young lad behind the counter of the betting shop looked at me askance. ‘This horse is 200–1.’ ‘Yes. I…

‘The last owner who tried to ride his own horse got tanked,’ said the trainer, looking up at me as…

At least two insurances are going to have to go, as I grapple with fear of penury, I have decided.…

After pulling out of my flat sale and U-turning on the idea of moving to the Cotswolds, it took me…

‘Are you afraid of falling over?’ asked the bored young radiologist, as he started filling out the forms. I had…

Exciting news. We might be expecting. I say might because I haven’t done a pregnancy test yet. I thought about…

‘Yes, you can report it, but it’s going to take ten minutes to go through the process,’ said the oppressively…

On the basis that I might need a new boiler soon, I thought I had better sell the London flat…

If anyone wants to know why the Labour party is about to elect Jeremy Corbyn as its leader then they…

Surely it can be no coincidence that the road by which one enters St George’s Hospital, Tooting, is called Effort…

The vet bill has been sitting on my desk for three weeks. All vet bills are cruel and unusual but…

‘No, I do not do WhatsApp.’ That’s pretty much all I ever seem to say to people nowadays. They ask…

‘Cydney, we are not moving to Cobham!’ I told the spaniel in my best outraged Margot Leadbetter voice. What a…

Insomnia has a lot to answer for. I have not been sleeping well for years but a few months ago…

Here is what I thought happened. I thought that as I tided my store room at the stables I put…

This much I know, I never want to live in an ‘executive home’, and neither do I want to live…

Why won’t the middle classes shout at their dogs any more? My suspicion is that the bleeding heart liberals, having…

Aren’t the police getting younger nowadays — and ruder, and scruffier and more intolerant of middle-class women? In other words,…

The doctor eyed me suspiciously as I walked into her consulting room. ‘Ye-es?’ she said, nervously, eyeing me up and…

Foolishly, I have this wild notion that one day, if the stars align in my favour, I might be able…