Your mask’s slipped, mate
It’s official! Overnight on Monday, the news websites finally confirmed it: in England, wearing face masks or face coverings in all shops is going to be compulsory from 24th July, and ignoring this mandate will be enforceable by fairly hefty fines. (No, no idea about that ten-day delay. It’s like...
Dear Diary…not a lot happened, actually
On Friday night, admittedly a few cocktails down, I clambered (gracelessly, with much grumbling) into our dusty overstuffed attic on a quest to find an old photograph I could picture in my head and that I just knew I must have kept. I didn’t find it. What I did unearth, however,...
Four Decades
Forty. It has happened. I can’t quite believe I’m this…old. (I know it’s not actually old). Nevertheless, here I am. I’ve had four whole decades of living inside my own head, which — I won’t lie — is quite an exhausting place to be, at times. Here are ten...
The End of an Era
Yesterday, my husband and I took the day off work (only our second since lockdown began) in order to take my eldest daughter down to pack up, and move out of, her student house in London. We didn’t want to, of course. We knew it was going to be...
“Kept my head down and read a book”: the story of my life
Here are the occasions when I’ve been actively criticised for trying to bury my head in a book instead of interacting with the world around me: at family breakfasts as a child; at big family birthday parties, also as a child; on work experience as a teenager, waiting for...