The Storm Without*

“I’ve found some ‘Winston Churchill’ daffodil bulbs for you,” Mum says, kneeling on the decking in my garden. “Thank you, Mum,” I say.  Who would have thought that Adulthood would consist of counting-down-the-days-till-can-see-my-parentals each week, I think.   After Mum has planted my bulbs, she tidies my bookshelves. “Mum, please can you help me change […]

November Patriots*

Walking to my bus stop in the fog this morning, I compile a list of things-to-look-forward-to in November:  Autumnwatch starts tonight. New series of Peep Show starts 11th November. Have two new A-line skirts, a brown suede-look one and a black one.  Can wear them with tights and boots. Longer nights mean that the fluffy […]

The Miller’s Tale

“There has been a mill on this site for over a thousand years,” the information poster inside the restaurant tells us. “It’s lovely here, isn’t it?” I say to Dad. We’re on our first bike ride since my operation a month ago and we’ve taken a new route and found ourselves at this old water […]