I’m usually favourably disposed towards the Royal Mail, but right now I’m feeling very cross with them, and here’s why:
I live on the ground floor of the castle where there are eight flats in all. We have an intercom … read more
The general election’s just three days away and I can’t wait – I’ve never been so ready to vote. The last five years have felt like the longest years ever – they could’ve been five decades.
My life looks very … read more
On Monday I was at Channel 4 scripting the announcements for my continuity shift yesterday. Leftwing Idiot and I both had stuff to put in the post, so at lunchtime I asked where the nearest Post Office was. One … read more
Yesterday 50,000 people marched through central London carrying a peaceful but powerful message to the doors of the Houses of Parliament. Poppy and I were among them.
We were there with tens of thousands of other people in the shadow … read more
This is my fourth year writing this blog, and right from the start one subject’s been notably absent – romance. There’s a lot of love – the love and care of my family and friends runs through pretty much every … read more
I’m slowly recovering from my tonsillectomy. I’m back at work this week although mostly working from home. I’ve been concentrating on writing funding applications for the children’s play organisation I work for.
Today I had a meeting at work … read more
I popped to the Post Office this afternoon in my recently improved wheelchair. As I queued with Sophie a toddler waiting in line with his mum turned towards me. He looked at me, and the chair, beamed and then … read more
I went to the Post Office in Peckham with Bunny earlier. As we trudged back through the rain, my Tourettes lifted our spirits with some rousing versions of William Blake’s famous poem, ‘Jerusalem.’ It was fun to start with, but … read more
I had an odd encounter while I was out with Bunny this afternoon. A man waiting at a bus stop watched me when I fell to my knees and shouted and his face lit up with excitement. I got up … read more
In the queue at the Post Office this morning there was a boy of about eight in front of me with his mum. As usual I was ticcing a lot about biscuits. As the boy and his mum left he … read more