Real Things Matter
It has to be real coffee. I can’t bear the taste of instant coffee with that smell of dry cleaning fluid lurking beneath the coffee fragrance. No tea bags either. I reverted long ago to a tea-pot and a...
View ArticleHappiness is Our Birthright
I was sitting in my favourite coffee place perversely enjoying a cup of hot chocolate when a young man walked in, carrying his year old baby girl. As he waited in the queue I saw him drop a kiss on the...
View ArticleAbortion is Hundreds of Shades of Grey
Abortion is not a cut and dried, black and white issue, which is how it seems to be being debated in the US. It’s hundreds of shades of grey. It’s about more than religion and women’s rights. It’s...
View ArticleRise up children and be free
How to make yourself very, very unpopular! Years ago I discovered that in the tug of war between the rights of women and the needs of children it can be dangerous to take sides. I gave up writing...
View ArticleA refined conversation
There were six of us sitting at the dining table. The only husband was ‘a former naval person’, in the words of Winston Churchill signing off his telegrams to President Roosevelt. My husband wasn’t...
View ArticleWe’re all born brainy !
When Catherine Windsor aka Kate Middleton drove away from hospital the other week with her day old baby she did an interesting thing. She waved to the ecstatic crowds with her left hand, but her right...
View ArticleA tearful (sob) tale !
If I’m going to cry I want it to be when I’m laughing. I think that may be one of my favourite pleasures, to laugh till I cry… but it’s not something that can be planned… such moments seize us out of...
View ArticleThe Land between the Rock and the Hard Place
Am too technically incompetent to reduce the size of this outrageously large picture A Life – another instalment of my autobiography before I revert to my normal blogs I loved my time in the army. I...
View ArticleLiving in Splendour
Layer Marney Towers – photo by Rachael Pereira photography A life – another instalment of my autobiography before I revert to my normal blogs Within two months I was pregnant again, and within four...
View ArticleSacred space
Rambling house down by the River Thames where my in-laws lived and I spent much time. A life – another instalment of my autobiography before I revert to my normal blogs I loved the ordinariness of the...
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