Yvonne Vincent

Yesterday, thanks to the power of holding in a wee too long (way too long!), I discovered that I can do a catwalk walk, one foot...

We went out for breakfast yesterday morning. I had a full English and haggis. I was just a bit culturally confused. Later on, Mr V tried...

People ask how old I am and I tell them I’m in my farties. You know you’ve reached your farties when every time you get off the sofa...

How to drive your teenager. A manual for parents, grandparents and anyone else who thinks they’re in charge. Although you shouldn’t need...

I had a terrible night’s sleep last night and the reason was to be found in the crotch of my leggings. First task this morning was to...

Dear Gods of Phlegm and Bogies, Mr V has raging man flu which is worse than any man flu that has ever gone before. I know this is true...

Thank goodness it’s Saturday. I wore my dress back to front all day at work yesterday. I think it was the gods’ way of telling me that I...

Mr V and I have special plans this weekend and not even the sexy kind. As soon as he told me he wasn’t working I said “Oh good, can we...

Apologies to all drivers who saw a well-padded heathen in a little car mouthing “hurry up you big motherfudger” at them last night. I was...

As I’ve aged I’ve become more body conscious but I realised yesterday that this is ridiculous. When you waggle your boobs at your other...

I have exciting news. I’ve been quietly working on creating a website for the blog. Please check it out at http://www.theweehairyboys.co....

Well date night went…adequately. Mr V reluctantly dragged himself to the cinema and didn’t once mention getting a second mortgage to pay...

Putting myself out there! “We are not retreating – we are advancing in another direction” — whoever Google claims said it first This is...