The Sound Of Silence
It’s miraculous how the brain adjusts to noise. When I lived literally spitting distance from the roaring Westway/M40 and the every-two-minutes rumble of the Metropolitan Lin...
Read moreIt’s miraculous how the brain adjusts to noise. When I lived literally spitting distance from the roaring Westway/M40 and the every-two-minutes rumble of the Metropolitan Lin...
Read moreGiven that it’s the been the hottest summer in four decades and we’ve all been utterly spoiled, I’m not exactly sensing a stampede back to school/university/job or a...
Read moreThere comes a time in every woman’s life where she needs to take her clothes off and get into the water. I’m not talking about taking a bath, I’m talking about the invigor...
Read moreWe need to talk about my funeral. No, really, we do. I’m not expecting it to be imminent (I REALLY HOPE NOT!) – but I’m not burying my head (or any other part of me) in the sand, pretending it ain’t g...
Read moreWhen (to paraphrase Carole King’s lyrics on ‘Tapestry’) did you last feel the earth move under your feet…? Maybe not move – unless you’re in an earthquake zon...
Read moreGardens frequently make me cry – with joy, in sorrow and often, on my own patch, with utter frustration at my shortcomings (horticulturally related or not). It’s a rare thing though t...
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