My favourite thing to do, when it isn’t too crowded or busy, is to eavesdrop on the public transport.
Bus, train, tube, all are fertile ground for interesting snippets of others’ private lives.
My favourite thing to do, when it isn’t too crowded or busy, is to eavesdrop on the public transport.
Bus, train, tube, all are fertile ground for interesting snippets of others’ private lives.
At the beginning of October Harvest Festival takes place when we offer the first fruits and thank God for a…
I was tweeted on Twitter last week by a lady who had spotted my hair and wanted to send me…
The first time Daughts and I walked to the dead end of an unpaved road it was a July evening, still duskily light but too late to enter the dark, strange woods. I didn’t want to get lost along pathways Edward Scissor Hands may frequent.
Yes, purple is my PerriPoppins daughter’s favourite colour but this isn’t about the colour. It’s about the band! We went…
Twenty-Nine years ago my Blue Eyed Cowboy robbed the cradle and together we said out first “I do’s” in the City of Westminster with God as our witness.
This life is trying my patience; patiently waiting for someone to tell me a story in broken English, waiting for Leechie to finish looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, learning new numbers, waiting for internet, or a washing machine!
There are lots of wonderful things about Jonathan and Cherry’s house, the art, the pieces they’ve picked up from their travels, the fabrics, the smell of their open fire and the general welcoming warmth as we step across the thresh-hold and into their world.
I told her I had looked out of a train window once on our way back to school from some outing in London and said wistfully, as the acres of countryside rushed passed,
“Imagine someone owning all that land…” to which she had chirped,
“I do…”