Author: Sara-Jayne Jones

In the September of 1994, following a long, humid Summer of dancing to All-4-One in our local hotspot at night and spending most of my parents’ hard earned money on new duvet covers, pots, pans, warm sweaters and a perm to rival Tina Turner by day, my family packed way more than the kitchen sink…

Keep Up With The Jones Family Instagram or Facebook followers will have noticed yesterday the solving of one of our most frustrating garden mysteries ever.  We finally found the gastropod version of the Rock of Gibraltar.  For weeks we’ve searched for the plump, guilty molluscs who were clearly feasting nightly on our green seedlings by the glow…

I taught algebra today at school before coming home to create our version of Blackpool tower.  In its algebraic form (did I make that word up? Probably.) I reasoned the following: Back in the day (or the “olden days” as I used to call it when referring to my own parents’ childhood) when staycations were the norm…

On Sunday I went on a first date.  After all these years.  He was way out of my league; much younger than me, with tousled, sunshine blond hair and deep ocean blue eyes.  He was amazing company; laughed at my jokes, told me I was beautiful.  Charmed me into paying for dinner.  I think I…