I understand now why the UN counts sleep deprivation as a form of torture. I have seen its inky depths up close and I have named it. It was during one pitch of a night when I first saw the clock trace its way past every number, when my hand had long ago learned how […]
In the kitchen
There’s such sweetness in the spectre of a proper British summer. And it’s one that I’m very sorry to have missed. These double decker buses and Beefeaters are about as close as I’m getting to London right now. When it comes to the warmer months I have been blousily spoiled by scorching specimens of my […]
It’s pumpkin time. It’s what they said to Cinderella. The clock struck midnight. The party is over. It’s time for it all to come to a close. Nb, if someone could pass that message onto the large-burnished-winter-squash-sized stowaway that’s continually strumming on a a nerve that connects to my upper right thigh-I’d be most […]
There’s nothing like a solid friend. The sort who you can Skype at 7 am while you still have creases from a pillow wedged onto your cheek. The ones who offer to come over and sort through shipping boxes and sip a cup of tea, rather than go out for a spiffy lunch. They’re the […]
It’s starting to feel like a game of snakes and ladders over here. Just when you think you’re moving ahead and ticking things off; tiny clothes washed in lavender scented organic detergents, the mechanics of swaddling wraps comprehended and change tables assembled, you tumble backwards. Now we’re nearing the close of it all – there’s […]