The Last Buggy‘We’re getting rid of a buggy,’ I messaged my friend. ‘Want it?’Jun 21, 2023Jun 21, 2023
Betty‘The cat was playing with the necklaces on your stand and one fell off,’ my husband tells me, this morning, the last day of the year.Dec 31, 2022Dec 31, 2022
Odd SocksMy daughter is wearing odd socks to school. It’s Anti-Bullying Week and the wearing of odd socks, if not compulsory, is strongly advised…Nov 17, 2022Nov 17, 2022
The GreatsI am not normally sentimental about such things, but when I finished the final set of edits for my book, I took my coffee into the garden…Jul 6, 2022Jul 6, 2022
Shriek PinkEvery spring, I paint my toenails, the brightest shade of pink I can find. The name on the bottle escapes me, but as far as I’m concerned…Jun 8, 2022Jun 8, 2022
The Arc Of That Yellow BallI wrote, a year ago, about the end of summer, and how joy seemed harder to come by than before. It was something I thought about again…Sep 12, 2021Sep 12, 2021
JulyMy favourite smell is the smell of summer. It is a warm wind on a sun baked hillside, rich round yellowing chlorophyll, tangy with…Jul 1, 2021Jul 1, 2021
