I had a meeting with my business advisor yesterday. It was a beautiful sunny day for the forty-five minute walk there, and I was really happy to be able to tell him about my success being featured in a Sunday supplement. I am, … Continue reading
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tears for an old house
I was listening to the radio as usual this afternoon as I pottered about the kitchen. Suddenly my ears pricked at the mention of The Manor House, in Birmingham. Some schoolboys had set fire to it. It had burned down and … Continue reading
magged off
I’ve always liked magazines. One of my first memories of childhood is of being allowed to accompany my Dad to the local newsagents to buy my copy of Twinkle. As I got older I graduated to Bunty and Mandy, then … Continue reading
smock it to me
My favourite dress when I was a little girl had many things I liked about it. Flowers on the collar. Frilly cuffs. But best of all, it had smocking. I’ve always liked it. I still do. (smocking, that is. I … Continue reading
why I don’t believe in karma
My best friend all through my twenties and some of my thirties was called Lucy. We lived in a shared house together in a somewhat colourful neighbourhood (once described by my parents as a “slum”) in Nottingham. Many housemates passed … Continue reading
always keep a spare toothbrush
Sometimes you need a friend. And sometimes you are the friend that someone needs. Last night, I happened to be the friend someone needed. I couldn’t make a bad situation good, or even better. All I could do was provide … Continue reading