What would you sing though, if you had to take part? asks Liz Breslin.
Today, I'm going to be drinking coffee. Of course, because it's a day with a "y'' in it. But today I can drink coffee with special purpose and meaning because it's International Coffee Day, writes Liz Breslin.
The Dali Lama has a lot of good stuff to say about mosquitoes, like how if you think you are too small to make a difference, you should try sleeping with one, writes Liz Breslin.
If the Wi-Fi was down (unthinkable) and the postal service obsolete (inevitable) - how would I ever make my deadline, wonders Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin is ridiculously excited about her holiday.
Liz Breslin on our weird (Western) relationships with our furry selves.
It’s a complex business, the naming of people and things. And there are laws about it, of course, writes Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin loves a good old debate.
Liz Breslin pens some words of thanks and appreciation to her mum.
A frustrated Liz Breslin has a taxing time ringing Inland Revenue.
Saturday marked the end of National Volunteering Week, but every week is a volunteering week for me, although usually with slightly less cake, writes Liz Breslin.
We'll all be better off once we're properly sorted, writes Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin on the lifestyle tightrope migrane sufferers learn to walk.
How lucky are we to live in a place where autumn makes everything all kinds of burnished beautiful, asks Liz Breslin.
As if it wasn’t confusing enough with having to worship the baby Jesus and the Easter Bunny in one weekend, this year there was Easter Ed, writes Lis Breslin.
You know, sometimes you have those days. Or weeks, even. Where the sun doesn't quite shine, metaphorically or actually, Liz Breslin writes.
This week, Liz Breslin on the joys of spending time in the great outdoors.
We are cruising at 40,000 feet and the weather at our destination is expected to be stormy, writes Lis Breslin.
New Year, new start ... I don’t really believe in any of that business of making change just because it’s the prescribed day, writes Liz Breslin.
"You won’t live as long as the fairies," a 6-year-old friend tells Liz Breslin.