Category Family
The end, when it comes, has a perfect stillness. The vet and the nurse soothe Lionel with hushed, calming words and it’s done. He slides, supported, onto my knees, his long nose nestling into my hand, and the vet and… Continue Reading →
The black cloud comes early, not waiting for the clocks to fall back, as is her custom, but settling on still-light evenings and grizzly-grey mornings. A cough takes hold and refuses to shift, whiplashing my bones and rattling through my… Continue Reading →
I’m on top of the world, or, at least, higher than anyone else in Wales or England right now. I’m with two of my three favourite people under a searing sky, a spiral of walkers fanning out patiently below us…. Continue Reading →
We leave lockdown just as the T5 grinds, literally and horribly, to a halt, half a mile from home. A harsh scraping, nothing in the gears and I freewheel to kerbside safety. A two-hour wait for a tow is… Continue Reading →
Forget flowers and chocolates*, spring is in the air and what your mum really wants this Mothers’ Day is to skip into the Great Outdoors (believe me, after a year of homeschooling and the shortest Dry January known to womankind,… Continue Reading →
The strangest of years comes to a close with a mild pffft. Not for 2020 the traditional fireworks – of which I never take notice anyway, other than to ensure an anxious greyhound is tucked in the middle of a… Continue Reading →
We move beyond local lockdown into isolation, our little trio bunkering down to a halt as the world outside the window continues to turn. A teen loses all sense of taste and smell and I lose the sense of humour… Continue Reading →
We’re back in lockdown. After 72 days of relative freedom, I slowly, mechanically brace. Round two is like round one, but without the Dunkirk spirit and the Stronger Together hashtag. We’re not together; we’re segregated now by local lockdowns, some… Continue Reading →
I’m strolling, at a suitable distance, with friends through woods dappling under bursts of sunlight. We’re approaching the longest day and this is one of a flurry of local walks snappily arranged as soon as Mark Drakeford says it’s ok…. Continue Reading →
I’m on a virtual date. It’s exactly the same as a standard date, just with a slight gap of 11 miles between us. With some of the dates I’ve endured in the past, 11 miles would be a little too… Continue Reading →
I don’t have a sense of humour. I know this, because a guy on Instagram tells me so. I leave a line of rolly-eye emojis in the wake of his post about all women talking ‘shite’ and being unable to… Continue Reading →
I’m lying in bed in the T5, looking wistfully through the window at a gorgeous camping hut bathed in late evening sunshine. Lionel is lying on his bed, looking wistfully up at me. Lionel is in the dog house and… Continue Reading →
