What we talk about when we talk about Christmas

https://vimeo.com/245884669 I remember my Christmasses past in traditions. Holidays matter to small children, and they mattered to me: whatever had happened that year, I knew that Christmas Eve would find me sliding across the sofa in new satin pyjamas, static sparking merrily from my shiny backside, and that Christmas Day would bring bulging Santa sacks, … Continue reading What we talk about when we talk about Christmas

Love after love [and birth]

  The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to … Continue reading Love after love [and birth]

2016: the things underneath

I know, I think this might be the latest I've ever posted one of these. And I was just going to leave it - it feels irrelevant to relive 2016 halfway through January, not to say depressing - but I was surprised: it cheered me right up. Looking through all our photos, remembering the small, lovely … Continue reading 2016: the things underneath

2017 feels like the year for a different kind of resolution

Do you get the feeling that resolutions aren't quite in vogue at the minute? I've seen a lot this week about chucking out the diet plans and exercise regimes in favour of cozying up on the sofa, without trying to hang your sense of well-being on a set of tick boxes or numbers on a … Continue reading 2017 feels like the year for a different kind of resolution

Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals

  Hey, we made it. And I for one am grateful to know that in any year, even one as unsettling and sad as this one has been, there are some Christmas constants: a Christmas-eve-eve viewing of Home Alone (this year, for the first time, they got the jokes and roared), pancakes, hot-radiator-and-pine-needle smells, this reason-for-the-season … Continue reading Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals

What does Father Christmas eat for breakfast? Weeto-ho-hos. (Sorry.)

Forget personality types - this is all I want to know right now: are you a short-and-sweet Christmas person, or a tree-up-in-November person? Mostly I like to keep my Christmas in December. I think it's more magical when it's extra-concentrated. Like condensed milk straight from the tin (YES). That is, until we got an invitation … Continue reading What does Father Christmas eat for breakfast? Weeto-ho-hos. (Sorry.)

October, you beauty

Hello. Here I am, which is unusual enough, because whenever I have a spare hour and have to decide between Lying Still or Anything Else, the Lying Still tends to win. It's frustrating having to slow down, especially now the sickness has gone (whee!). I like to get on. I keep having to remember not … Continue reading October, you beauty

Chicken, and all my other love stories

When I want to give them Sunday, I give them roast dinner. Food is my love language; it’s the tongue I speak with most feeling. I remember bleary bouts of flu as a child, interrupted with lunch trays of velvety rich Heinz tomato soup, buttered crumpets cut into tiny triangles, webs of melted cheese skittering … Continue reading Chicken, and all my other love stories

This feels like the stuff childhood is made of

Sometimes I disconnect during our camping trip to Dorset - mind buzzing up and away from its normal constraints under all that empty sky - and wonder what our ancestors would think, if they could see us leaving our safe, waterproof Life Boxes to sleep under a flimsy, pegged-down balloon. Voluntarily huddling round open flames … Continue reading This feels like the stuff childhood is made of

Something to bake (with kids): strawberry cheesecake muffins

Sometimes you bake with kids and it's a dream. They get on well, they take turns, everyone's laughing and just a little flour-smudged in a photogenic way, like you're in a Cath Kidston advert and someone's about to present you with a lifetime supply of floral patterns. Then other times you bake with kids and … Continue reading Something to bake (with kids): strawberry cheesecake muffins