Category Family
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 →
I’m cwtched under a duvet in a wooden chalet on wheels. It’s blowing an unseasonal hoolie, warm 50mph gusts buffeting the hut and whistling into the fading embers of a log fire. Late evening light glows through the curtains and… Continue Reading →
Another weekend, another campsite, and the showers are wonderfully hot but without that camping-shower essential – a little shelf for the washing necessities. But that’s ok because my Shine shampoo tin is just the perfect size to balance on a… Continue Reading →
The evenings lengthen and we all breathe out, the fog of winter wrapping itself away until the clocks next fall back. The light-finding books remain comfortingly close to my bed, a second copy of The Light in the Dark dispatched… Continue Reading →
I’m the mother of two teenagers. Ah, I know I don’t look old enough – thank you – and, indeed, just 10 minutes ago I was on the playroom floor with toddlers, engineering intricate wooden railway networks to which even… Continue Reading →
