And then some days, when everyone’s sick, progress is best measured in loads of washing done.

Shock and Awe

I just wrote my first car crash. I killed three people. It feels awful.

Old Filth, and all that.

This post is seven years too late. A perverse and quite irrational sense of anti-nepotism, for want of a better term, has prevented me from becoming acquainted with Jane Gardam‘s beautiful writing before this year. We are not related (sadly!); even if we were, since Gardam is Jane’s husband’s surname, I couldn’t even claim shared […]

The new job

is wonderful.