Thirty-one extra people in the Lake District and a villain I now like
Last week was special. I have seven younger siblings and as there are thirty-three husbands/wives/partners and children, it’s rare even those in the UK are all in the same place…
writer and seeker of school ties
Last week was special. I have seven younger siblings and as there are thirty-three husbands/wives/partners and children, it’s rare even those in the UK are all in the same place…
It was dark, but this is Bournemouth, in the middle of a subway, under a roundabout: Is it just me being pretentious, or is there a metaphor here? Even if…
I don’t actually live at Michael House, though at times in the last couple of months it has felt and probably looked like it to the residents. I’m a freelance…
I am slowly building up my list of editorial contacts. Slowly. I don’t like unsolicited emails, so I understand why there’s often a two-tier system for contacting magazines. Those in the…
“I don’t know why you’re miserable.” My husband has never been comfortable with emotion. His strengths lie elsewhere. “Brexit,” I said. “Oh! That’s completely rational. It’s going to be a disaster.” So…
I met a deadline yesterday. Relaxing a little today, I had a very pleasant morning and early afternoon with my next one. I’d already done the research and produced…
My article about Harriet Tubman is published on the History Extra website today. My US readers may wonder if I really need to explain who she is. They’ve all learnt…
My ten-year old’s used all my useful single sheets, my chairs for the dining room and a broom, but this is a pretty good blanket fort. I made everyone stand…