Proper Weeping

This week there has been a lot of weeping - proper weeping of the wet face, snotty-nose, aching chest variety. My daughter has moved out of our home and into a house share in South West London, not that far from where she was born, in fact, although she doesn't remember that, being not quite… Continue reading Proper Weeping

My writing space

I am fond of writing in bed, by hand, in a notebook, as soon as I wake up.  I also like to drift from sofa to chair to sofa, carrying an ever-growing pile of drafts.  I sometimes write at our kitchen table but, increasingly, this space has been monopolised by our daughter who's now studying… Continue reading My writing space