To the unborn Wriggler I’m writing this from the other side of an ocean on a pretty grey and cold day in London. Your night is my morning. I should really be working, but this song just came onto my itunes and it made me think about you. Before you arrive, I thought I […]
baking
I’ve made a terrible mistake. I missed something. Earlier in the week when I was shaking off some completely indulgent birthday blues by trying to account for the ten best things I ate in the last year, I skipped something. I’ll try and skirt past the emotional sloppiness. It was illogical and mad (particularly in […]
A little about Grown Ups: They open their mail. They scribe ‘paid’ on the top of bills with a reference number, before storing them in reverse date order in concertina file. They do their tax (sometimes they even have parties for it). They won’t wrinkle their nose at the peat of whiskey. They eat sprouts […]
Yesterday our kitchen was transformed. When I asked if a very talented friend might help film a recipe from the low/slow carb ebook I’m not quite sure what I was expecting. Perhaps a steady hand to hold a camera. Someone to do a close up or two of the pot while I was stirring. I […]
There are some things afoot in our new home in the cheaper part of the ‘hood. London is a chequerboard. Step one block south, east, or west and it can very quickly become a different city. The trees loom taller, the shadows are longer. And the highjinks can be much more pronounced. At 10.24 pm […]