So many words, thrown away

A few weeks ago, I had a piece published in a weekend supplement. It was a good story, about whether it’s better to live in the city or the country. …

Small details

The first week of the holidays has passed in a blur of small details. The joy of the first school-holidays milkshake. The look on Mr7’s face – half pride, half …

Word of the week: consistency

Consistency is the key. Over and over we are told this. In parenting, in writing, in exercise, in jam-making, consistency is what we’re aiming for. But consistency is not that …

The ‘Bring A Plate’ post

What do you bring when you’re asked to ‘bring a plate’? It’s a question I find vexing. I prefer the ‘bring a salad’ or ‘bring dessert’ approach – you know …

Notes from a chorus line

You may remember that a little while ago I found myself auditioning for a musical. In less than one week, I will find myself performing in said musical. In my …

Kids: Driving us to action

For various reasons (some of which are outlined here), I’m not a keen driver. I do it these days, because you can’t live in the country without driving. And, frankly, …

Growing more than plants in my garden

If you’ve been visiting me on Facebook lately you’ll have been subjected to privy to some lovely happy snaps of my garden. I am currently surrounded by, inundated by, overwhelmed …

Remembering Mr Percival…

It’s funny how memory works. You can be wandering around, minding your own business, making dinner, organising children, thinking about everything but the washing up and then, without warning, you …