Funeral blues for dummies

Stop all the clocks! Cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the piano and with muffled drum Throw away the dummies, because it's not doing either of us any good these days, honestly. (With sincere apologies to Auden. I owe you one, ole saggy-face.) I will sing the … Continue reading Funeral blues for dummies

Short notes from the thick of it: 2

Dear friends, Here is a secret: It would be a lie if I said that I don't, sometimes, think about upturning the bowl onto his head and going for a nap. Please don't tell anyone. Sincerely, My Living Room Looks Like a Tomato Soup Jackson Pollock.  


I had a teacher when I was nine years old, and I don't remember her name. I do remember, with the unembarrassed cruelty of a nine-year-old, that she had long, stringy dark hair and a moustache on her top lip. She was new to the school, young-ish and timid. We weren't an easy class. I … Continue reading Praiseworthy

Today I was going to blog about things to do when you're baby-free and a Tudor nerd and in the vicinity of Hever Castle (I was like a child in a sweet shop, if every sweet was in the shape of Henry VIII's HEAD). Then I was reminded that it's World Autism Awareness Day, and … Continue reading