I woke up this morning and a chorus of Christmases started almost immediately:
“Merry Christmas, geranium.”
“Merry Christmas, festive zebra.”
“Merry Christmas, laser jet printer.”
“Merry Christmas, protective padding.”
Here at the castle I can hear Will and Lottie stirring … read more
I’m feeling very festive – the presents are wrapped, the castle’s looking Christmassy and the fridge is full of food.
Will and Lottie are staying here over the next couple of days and they’re all settled in the support workers’ … read more
Across the world it’s been a year of dramatic change, from the UK referendum result to the pugnacious President-Elect in the USA.
In this era of uncertainty we need true leadership from our politicians, something that sadly seems all too … read more
A couple of days ago I received a lovely message on Facebook that really made me smile.
A woman named Ali got in touch to tell me that she’d been teaching sign language to her three-year old son Caleb and … read more
Yesterday afternoon I bought a Christmas tree.
Yesterday evening Innes decorated it.
This morning I started berating it.
Berating’s like decorating, but with insults. It was festive berating though:
“Tree, I’d offer you a mince pie, but you’re a tree.”… read more
For the last two years we’ve been bringing Backstage In Biscuit Land to theatres around the world. In that time we’ve welcomed a great many people into the surreal world that it creates. It’s been enjoyed by adults and children … read more
We’re seven days into December and it’s hard to escape the festive preparations, with emotive TV adverts, recipes for mince pies at every turn, and Christmas songs piped relentlessly into shops and radios across the country.
True to form my … read more
Every year we ask an illustrator whose work we love, to create an image for our Christmas card. If they’re up for it we send them a shortlist of festive tics and let them choose the one they like best. … read more
When I was twelve I threw a basketball into my PE teacher’s face. The whole class had been told not to touch the balls, but to my horror I did just that: I picked up the ball and hurled … read more
Yesterday I wrote about the tears I shed on my journey to work.
Tonight on my way home, things couldn’t have felt more different. I felt energized, happy and steady in a way that I can’t put into words.
And … read more