Yesterday I stayed in bed all day. After a week of preparation and two days of Brewing In The Basement at the Barbican Centre, my body demanded a break, and for once I listened. I didn’t have a load of … read more
My Gran loved all sorts of sayings, like, “Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water”, “Let the dog see the rabbit” or “A watched pot never boils.”
But she particularly loved sky-based sayings: “There’s enough blue sky to … read more
When I started writing this blog over seven years ago I wrote a post every day and had no idea that this was quite unusual. But writing every day became an important part of my routine. It didn’t just mean … read more
I woke up a few moments ago and pulled up my bedroom blind. The sun’s shining boldly through a cloudy sky. Just as I was drifting off to sleep last night my phone bleeped with people checking that I was … read more
It’s 6am, early morning light is creeping in under my pale blue blind, and through the gap I get a glimpse of the garden outside.
I know the lamp-post’s out there too, but it went off about an hour ago … read more
Chopin and I are currently on a plane somewhere over Iraq. I just looked over at her and she was slowly stretching out her right hand, making lots of unusual shapes.
I watched absentmindedly for a minute or so before … 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
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
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
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