Christmas Impossible

I hate airports. Stuff Hugh Grant with his 'my favourite place in the world is an airport' thing. The Arrivals part is brilliant - marred only slightly if you are the owner of the child dragging his brother along the floor by the foot - but sooner or later you're making that inevitable return visit to … Continue reading Christmas Impossible

What it’s like

Maybe there's something about having a houseful of people in their twenties, long before they start thinking about kids, that makes you concentrate on all the things you can't do now you have children. (Like staying in bed beyond 7am. Like popping out to the cinema spontaneously. Like, I don't know, eating a meal and … Continue reading What it’s like

The Christmas life

Bring in a tree, a young Norwegian spruce, Bring hyacinths that rooted in the cold, Bring winter jasmine as its buds unfold: Bring the Christmas life into this house. Bring red and green and gold, bring things that shine, Bring candlesticks and music, food and wine. Bring in your memories of Christmas past, Bring in … Continue reading The Christmas life

Ten years of Granny

We had a memorial service for Tim's Granny yesterday. Granny Ann. She passed away a couple of weeks ago. I haven't written about it because in a way it feels like borrowed grief. She wasn't my granny - I only knew her for ten years, not a whole lifetime. So it feels sort of presumptuous. … Continue reading Ten years of Granny

Things I wish I could say to my hairdresser

I sound stupid, don't I? I do, I sound stupid. I'm sorry. I'm just tired. Do I sound tired? Have I forgotten how to conduct a human conversation? What's an angled bob, and why are you so keen for me to have one? Or do I have one already? I'm not keeping up. When I … Continue reading Things I wish I could say to my hairdresser

When motherhood means impersonating furniture

Our heating chugs into life at 5.30am. The whole house groans and shifts, boiling water trickling into radiators and pushing out hisses of warm air. Getting ready for us all to wake up with our alarms an hour later, even though in this darkest winter month the sun won't rise until nearly eight o' clock. … Continue reading When motherhood means impersonating furniture