I had a lovely Christmas, thank you. Well, I had a lovely Christmas Day. I ate, I drank, I gazed lovingly at the pile of books I had bought my partner…
On instant gratification and shower screens
Will there be war in Europe? Will I catch Covid just before my book launch? And why didn’t I bother to lose my pandemic pounds? These are some of the…
“We tell ourselves stories in order to live.” That’s the title of a book by Joan Didion and also, perhaps, the nearest she got to a world view. Today…
Outside, the sky is not blue
When my partner was released from his Covid cage, after two clear lateral flow tests and nine days of isolation, we both sighed with relief. I cooked…
Last week, after eighteen days of Dry January, I cracked. I marched to the fridge, found a bottle of Sancerre with that lovely mist that shows it’s…
Speaking truth, sipping wine and finding joy
I was on my way to the hospital for a cancer check when I saw something on Twitter that made me cry. I don’t often cry about Twitter. I do sometimes get…