Cookie Exchange

I confess, I had to Google it – I’ve never heard of a cookie exchange before, and even though it seems *so* simple, I was wary of being caught out by a non-X-Pondable* Americanism** (yes, Noah Webster, you’ll be proud to know I hold you fully accountable for the ridiculousness – you’re welcome). Anyway. Turns…

Bondage (and not the fun kind)

I’m sure this isn’t a revelation to many of you, but you can be in bondage to all kinds of things. Sometimes this is funner than others. In the case of today’s stories, it’s the not-fun kind (sorry). It’s the immensely hard, stuck-in-this-place-and-it-hurts kind. The desperate, agonising kind which eventually wears you down beyond the…