The best game in the world: truth-telling edition

I am supposed to be working today. But then, you know, baby colds are no respecter of persons, or work days. Since Henry has given up sleep in favour of dribbling and crossness, I have embraced not showering and The Count of Monte Cristo. Sometimes you have to cut your losses. So let's talk about … Continue reading The best game in the world: truth-telling edition

Make space in your Friday for this

I am pausing in the middle of the longest washing up event known to man, and sitting down with my wrinkly monkey hands and this:   Cinnamon tea, fig jam on toast, and a Nigel Slater autobiography I found in a charity shop for £1. Henry and I are going on a roadtrip later today … Continue reading Make space in your Friday for this