My aunt died in August. I loved her a lot. She was unconventional, kind and not hindered by the unofficial laws of social norms. She was beautiful, my aunt. Totally beautiful to me. As a child, I was drawn to her. She was interesting to be with. Always forgiving. Ever Read more
The title of this latest musing leaves me feeling a bit uncomfortable. I’d like to think I am a writer, I would like to make a living as a writer, I dream of turning into a proper writer and of being at dinner parties where, when that dreadful, universal question Read more
There is a grave in our garden. In it, I have buried Oritse (of JLS fame)’s head, his bowler hat, a few limbs, a car or two and many, many bits of plastic tat. OK, so it’s not really a grave. It is a chasm. A pit. A hole, really. Read more
Boris, please! I know you have a gargantuan task ahead. I do. I don’t envy your responsibilities right now, I don’t. But seriously now. Seriously. Be brave. Let us out. I swear to God, this LOCKDOWN is killing us. Our teenagers, our little ones, our cancer patients, our mentally vulnerable. Read more
In April, during Lockdown Mark One, I got very excited about going to Tesco. I tried and tried to get a delivery slot, but COULD NOT. So I braved the store. And spent a fortune. Week on week, I ventured out, mainly alone, to hunt and to gather. I bought Read more
Dogs. TV shows. Tribunals. Poorly relatives. Exam results. Sore bits. Pandemics. Life has gone just a little crazy. But it got me thinking. The Funny Little Bungalow story has been neglected. Anyone might think we had finished it, and were now living in domestic perfection… Not true, exactly. I shall Read more
I washed my hair today. And applied a bit of make-up. This was in the daylight – unusual for me, because then I feel like the layers of stuff I have put on make me look a bit… like mutton dressed as a Bedlington Terrier. But this was all for Read more
Yesterday, mooching up the High Street in The Village, I suddenly realised that masks aren’t so bad after all! Because there I was, pootling to the Post Office when I realised that I was talking to myself. Again. I talk to myself a lot, actually. Often in accents (the favourite Read more
There’s a button on my toilet. A secret switch, if you like. It’s present on most toilets, actually, but is only activated if certain factors collide and align the settings. The button on my toilet is linked to a chip in my children’s brains. When all the factors collide, radio Read more
Well here we all are. Still. Muddling along. Adapting to this new, strange world. Nothing of note has happened. I mean, The Funny Little Bungalow is now rendered, which is actually far more amazing than I have fully appreciated as yet. That is progress indeed. Yet it seems to only Read more