My mum is shorter than me. She has been for many years, since I passed her growing through my teen years. She can only blame herself really, for marrying a man nearly a foot taller than her. It means when she hugs me or my sister, she kinda has to reach up. And we have…
Last night there was a mix-up, a forgotten plan and a volley of phone calls, that for about two hours had me thinking with increasing seriousness that something dreadful had happened to a friend. It hadn’t. She turned up fine – just a mix up – even as we approached her flat with torches and…
Photo source: Standing Stone, by Annette S Thomson, on Flickr We’ve been in Luxembourg just over a year now. Part of me can’t believe it’s gone by so fast, and then again, Brussels already feels like a lifetime ago. A year ago we were just figuring everything out: how to take the bus into town,…
It’s three days until you get married. I am completely gutted to be missing it – I’d have done almost anything for a trans-atlantic flight this week. But we are just glad we got to see you recently, got to sit in a hot tub together under a Californian sky and talk about life and…
In the springtime, when we flew north to that place where the land starts to rise up into purple hills and the clouds hang in the valleys, I found myself in the larder, distracted from the food cooking on the temperamental old stove, flicking through recipe cards. This small cold room hasn’t changed much in…
Cold cider sitting on the sunny harbour quay, barbecues in the garden with old friends, pizza dinner in the park with my in-laws, wandering around design stores, wandering the streets outside the centre, being taught to hula-hoop by a four year old, late nights drinking wine and coffee and telling stories… Yey for long weekends…
