Warning: I’ve never provided a warning for this blog before, but today’s post contains explicit language and a description of an experience that some people might find distressing.
The bus pulled up. I saw a buggy in the wheelchair space… read more
We’ve just got back to our hotel in Vancouver. Leftwing Idiot and Innes are watching car shows, and Chopin is packing – we’re all leaving tomorrow.
Tonight we did our last performance of Backstage in Biscuit Land at PuSh Festival… read more
As I climbed into bed tonight an unusual light caught my eye. And extraordinarily, for once it wasn’t the lamp-post.
Visible at the very top of the window, just poking out from behind a scaffold pole outside, was a tiny, … read more
When King Russell and I went to join Fat Sister to see in the New Year our journey got off to a bad start. We were waiting at the stop near the castle for the right bus, and I was … 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
It’s a blisteringly hot day in London, with highs of 29C. At lunchtime Leftwing Idiot, Innes and I went to get some food from a nearby café. We sat outside and soaked up the sunshine.
But that’s not the only … read more
I woke up naturally this morning, with no alarm bursting into my dreams and jump-starting my day.
I opened the blind so I could see what the weather had in store. The sky was dull grey with a tiny flash … read more
Something shocking has occurred.
My geranium is very ill – it may even be dying.
This has happened completely unexpectedly. A week ago both the geranium and the pepper plant that sits next to it were thriving.
Then they suddenly … read more
Innes and I popped to the supermarket earlier today. We were moving methodically up and down the aisles when I realised I’d forgotten to pick something up from one we’d already been down. Innes went off to find the missing … read more
My friend Anna, her sister Christina, and her daughter Neva, who’s just over a year old, came to visit this afternoon. They’d brought some toys with them including one that was a bit like a marble run – but instead … read more