This is a piece I wrote in autumn 2022. It popped into my head today as we are preparing to move house, yet again (though hopefully with significantly more permanence this time). I'm making it free to read for the next 24 hours but if you'd
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My ex-husband’s landlady is 77 years old, five feet nine and a quarter inches tall, with broad shoulders, size seven feet and hair as wild as the kind of unidentifiable weed that you might one day find growing at the top of some steps. She lives at the crest
My cat Roscoe - who some of you might have been introduced to recently via her more vapid alter ego - turns 14 this month. She's a healthy cat, young for her age, which makes my mind boggle a bit as it hits me that precisely ten years
I normally wake just before 3am, get immediately into my tracksuit and go for a run around the bathroom, but not for long, since writing time is of the utmost value to me and I’m at the height of my intellectual powers early in the morning. If I’m
* Multi-person swimming lane etiquette is all entirely workable if you assume it solely involves people with average-size bodies who've been taught to swim properly, but that's not quite addressing reality in its varied face. As a swimmer who frequents busy public pools during the winter months
1. Never expect anyone to read your book, even if you sent it to them for free. 2. Do all you can to keep yourself in a non-presumptive state that will lead to a feeling of pleasant surprise if a fellow human reads your book. 3. Don’t let people
A dog who is running excitably towards me across some wet grass, having heard a rumour that for one week and one week only I will do a cut, shampoo and blow dry for just £14.99.
