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The Silent Man and Me

The Silent Man and Me

There is a sort of taboo about discussing our relationships on the internet: as if telling the truth about how we feel about those we share our intimate lives with would be the worst kind of dis-loyalty. And for those who write about home, it seems doubly destructive, as if discussing what really happens within…

Tears Over Iced Olives

Tears Over Iced Olives

I spent yesterday in emotional crisis talks. Long conversations and a bit of spontaneous weeping over perfect green olives in Jamie Oliver’s. For I am tired. More tired than I can explain. I am tired and worried and worried and tired and honestly it makes for quite an exhausting combination. At the heart of my…

Housekeeper's Diary

Housekeeper's Diary

I have never lived anywhere, where there seemed to be so much village on my doorstep. A real community. Proud of the place where they live and sharing daily concerns: a lost Harris Hawk we have all spotted dancing on the rooves of the terraced cottages. A bambi knocked down. spindly legs splayed and asleep…

Pretty Book Covers

Pretty Book Covers

Now then m’dears, you may or may not have noticed that my existing set of Kindle books have got pretty new covers, in order to create a vintage patchwork of titles I hope will look adorable on your bookshelves as soon as I get around to creating paperback versions… The plan was to create a…

A Good Friday

A Good Friday

A morning in the garden, on a lane where it seems every house possessing a man tipped him out of bed and sent him out to mow the lawn. And as it is clear one must try to fit in, I wasn’t about to declare myself the exception by allowing the man of this house…