On Spotify's errant recommendations

Liz: no Spotify, Harry Secombe is not someone I might like to listen to.

On diet achievements

Liz is celebrating 52 weeks : 53 pounds

On train carriages being turned into aviaries

Liz now knows the answer to the question 'what happens when a pigeon gets trapped inside a train carriage'...

On not being able to deal Christmas stress

Liz didn't throw a tantrum in the Post Office - the cards simply slipped from her hands whilst gesticulating wildly, she really wasn't intending to hurl them at the 'helpful' assistant...

On winter accessories for canines

Liz always thought pitbulls were rather ugly dogs, until she met one wearing a stripy scarf this morning. Any ideas on where might sell scarves for labradors?

On the morning after singing for many, many hours

Liz rather likes the sound of her voice this morning. However, as she is totally alone this means she's spent some time talking to herself, which is concerning.

On the effects of insomnia followed by a very busy, very long day

Liz is beyond tired. In fact, she passed tired several hours ago and has progressed through exhaustion to totally cream-crackered. A whole, uninterrupted night's sleep would be much appreciated.

On the dangers of Christmas decorations

Liz has christmassed the flat, though there was a moment when she was encircled in a tangle of fairy lights and wasn't sure that she'd make it.

On meetings and mothers

Liz will be spending the afternoon in a meeting with her mother. You'd be forgiven for thinking it was 'bring your parents to work' day, but no, it's just my random life...

On nail varnish & compliments

Liz is grateful to the lady in Waitrose for complimenting her nails, but probably won't follow through on her suggestion that she become a professional manicurist...

On shopping and over indulging the night before

Liz survived an afternoon at Brent Cross in a slightly hungover state. More importantly, her fellow shoppers also lived to tell the tale.

On British fashion

Liz cannot understand why warm, waterproof clothing cannot be both practical and aesthetically pleasing.

On googling and stalking

Liz appears to have a blog stalker at Google, which is ironic seeing as she usually uses Google to stalk others...

On 'interesting' hotel locations

Liz is trying to decide which is more amusing - that her hotel's opposite a sex shop & tattoo parlour, or that the hotel receptionist thought she & C were a couple...

On the beginning of the carol singing season

Liz has had her first descant induced head-rush...and thus the Christmas singing season has well & truly begun.

On having a theological celebrity as a father

Liz had the bizarre experience this morning of eating breakfast whilst listening to her Dad on the radio - discussing women's ordination with Catholics, brave man.

On driving instructors who fail to turn up for lessons

Liz is probably going to have to fire her driving instructor which means the mission to find a new one should probably begin...

On missing out on exciting tourist attractions

Liz is gradually recovering from the disappointment of not having had enough time to visit the Pencil Museum this morning

On being in Cumbria the day the floods hit

Liz: severe weather warning + heavy rain = floods and a very long journey back to the metropolis...

On working with the wrong kind of male colleague

Liz is in a gorgeous hotel in the rather lovely Keswick - it's just a shame she's not in the company of someone more interesting than a colleague...