February 10, 2018
Sorting through some papers I come across letters written years ago to an old girlfriend. Reading the flimsy sheets it is hard to fully recognise the hand that wrote them. I’m filled with emotions and most of them are uncomfortable. I feel strangely ashamed of my younger self, the naivety grates and the scarcely hidden […]
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February 4, 2018
At dinner on Sunday evening my father in law says, from nowhere, that the way to enjoy your work is to make sure it doesn’t involve other human beings. I tell him that, for me at least, the opposite is true. In a way I can understand his jaundiced view because he worked most of […]
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January 28, 2018
I live close to a church and, as I watch the congregation flock to the doors on a Sunday morning, I wonder how many of them show up because they feel they should, rather than because they want to. My mother had a strong faith which had been handed down to her by her father. […]
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January 21, 2018
I’m training Daisy to recall at the whistle. It’s a rewarding if lengthy process. In the house or garden she’s solid, but out in the wild, when there are other dogs to play with and disgusting things to eat in the undergrowth, it’s sometimes a different story. I persevere because it’s important and, one day, […]
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January 14, 2018
A few years ago my son went to return a pair of shoes when they began to fall apart after only a few weeks of wearing. When the manager refused to refund him he called me to tell me what had happened and I immediately felt a rage bubbling up inside me. Unfairness really makes […]
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