The Uncensored Household
I visited a friend in Delhi today who has just given birth and, being British, found the differences in procedures and norms quite fascinating. My dear friend was in a private hospital and is recovering well, however, when I arrived at the hospital I wasn’t allowed to take in the flowers I had just spend an hour selecting and directing how the arrangement should be done and when I walked into her room, NO BABY!
A woman, Sally Roberts, started a nationwide missing persons hunt for running away with her son, aged 7, as she did not want him to undergo surgery to remove a tumor on his brain. The decision was finally given to a judge who ruled in the favour of the medical team and advised that her son be given the operation as soon as possible.
I have a seven year old niece and can only imagine the trauma the mother is going through. It must be so incredibly
At the beginning of this week, MPs were calling to criminalise forced marriages. The Government has a “forced marriage unit” which handles around 300 cases a year but The Telegraph has reported that the figure could be as high as 8,000 a year.
What a difficult issue to deal with – if you are a young person and your family is able to bully you into a forced marriage, then you are also less likely to be a person confident enough to report it to anyone.
Last weekend after a lovely afternoon shopping and trying on make-up, M and I slumped in Wonderbar in Selfridges for a much needed pick-me-up.
There was an older woman sitting just to my left who kept looking over at us, smiling. The Londoners in us were initially cold and unfriendly but we remembered just in time that we’re Scottish so we started chatting to her and it was lovely.
Isha is in her sixties and from Saudi Arabia.
One of my best friends gave me this wonderful book by Clarissa Pinkola- Estes and it is a book that I dip in an out of every year.
Self help would be an unjust description of Women Who Run With The Wolves but that’s where you’ll find it in the bookshops. The objective of the book is to reaffirm the trust relationship
Dear Diary,
The last time I was at home I walked in on a phone conversation mum was having with a family friend that I have never met.
As I waited for mum’s attention I heard her talking about someone – me! She was explaining my more conventional educational background, not the fashion bit, and giving more bland details about me. I was shocked to realise
Dear Diary,
I recently spent time at catching up with one of my little nieces, aged five, and she left me with a dilemma that I haven’t been able to get out of my head.
My niece has a wonderfully balanced range of interests managing to be simultaneously a girly princess and a tom boy. She spoke to me on the telephone
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