There tends to come a point in every telephone conversation at which there is a pause. A very pregnant sort of pause. A kind of settling, a hunkering down almost. The preliminaries are over, the necessary small talk exhausted. The … Continue reading
I have a good friend (who for the purposes of this post shall be referred to as H) who is due to have her second baby any time now. She is delighted and I am delighted for her. He or … Continue reading
My Little Girl is three. Although do not expect her to allow you to forget that she will soon be four. My Little Girl is clever. I watch her discreetly from behind my newspaper. She is sitting at the kitchen … Continue reading
Yes, that woman on the left – in case you were wondering – is me. I know what you’re thinking. Is there any particular reason as to why I am dressed like a cross between an Animal Liberation Front activist, … Continue reading
When I was a girl and I would go and stay with my mother at Greenham Common, it was always the campfires that fascinated me the most. I loved them. In the evenings I would snuggle into my mothers woolen … Continue reading
