Too many bikes, too few words.
Yesterday, the six of us cycled along the prom. The sun was out, people were in t-shirts and there were banners outside the restaurants announcing their terraces would open from…
writer and seeker of school ties
Yesterday, the six of us cycled along the prom. The sun was out, people were in t-shirts and there were banners outside the restaurants announcing their terraces would open from…
I wasn’t happiest, but I was least existentially stressed when I was taking my professional exams as a junior doctor. I had no children at the time so I had…
My son has turned the kitchen and conservatory into a bike shop. Grateful he’s out of bed and not torturing his teachers online, I haven’t complained. And the children are…
I started this week feeling uninspired – one of my least favourite sensations – and have finished with so much in my head I don’t know what to put in…
If lockdown continues much longer, I’ll need a hobby. Writing only counted as one when I had very small children. Anything’s relaxing in comparison to wrangling toddlers. Somebody said, “Becoming…
For the first four decades of my life, I thought there was something very wrong with me. Then I did a Myers Briggs test and discovered I was an introvert.…
This week has been so complex, I don’t know where to start. Home stuff first: It turned out the black cod was part of a five-course Japanese anniversary meal. If…
I didn’t realise I had any standards to lower until this lockdown. Eighteen months after we adopted a perfectly trained dog, she is now following me to the toilet and…