A pop-up bike shop and a spoilt princess of a novel.
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…
writer and seeker of school ties
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…
New blog post: Dark Milk, Graphic Design Fails and Black Cod.
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…
About a year ago, I read Amy Landino’s Good Morning, Good Life and started a morning routine. I try to get up an hour earlier before everybody else in the…