Just caught myself in the early throes of cleaning the boys’ room. This will not do. It’s obviously avoidance behaviour. Am staring at the latest review copy. The publicity hyperbole accompanying the paperback proclaims it “the perfect read for dog lovers and military enthusiasts alike“. Which is a pretty fucking long stride away from this […]
So, my partner’s been admitted to hospital. Unexpectedly. He’ll be in there for somewhere between 2 and 4 weeks; they can’t be more precise, they have not much idea. Otherwise healthy as any other cycling-to-work, rowing-thrice-weekly, midlife-fit dude, he’s got a random thing happening with his facet joints in his lumbar spine, and only 42 […]
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 […]
