October 9, 2022
I’ve been trying to write something all week and despite waiting patiently for the muse nothing much has been happening. This is no longer a shock or even a surprise. I have come to be quite familiar with the feeling of nothingness that invariably springs up just at the moment I am hoping for “something”. […]
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October 2, 2022
“I’ve only had these boots for four months and already they’re letting in water.” I’m writing a complaint through an online portal, the enforced alternative to ranting at an actual person down the telephone. I go for a walk with the dogs in said boots and by the time I’ve got home and hung my […]
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September 25, 2022
“I’m sorry I missed your birthday. It was the Queen’s fault for dying.” I am messaging Martin having realised my mistake through a fortuitous browse on Facebook. On reflection, it was a poor excuse but at least it will be one I can use for all the years to come, what with September 19th now […]
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September 18, 2022
It’s not unusual for me to wonder what I’ll write about each week but it is rare for me to worry that I won’t have time to write anything at all. This week I have been home alone while my family are variously away on holiday or busy working in London pressing through the throng […]
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September 11, 2022
Opening the front door bleary-eyed on the morning of the night before my sister stands with an unusually serious look on her face. “Have you heard the news?” “No, what?” “Princess Diana is dead.” It was the day after my birthday and just a handful of months following the death of my father. The days […]
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