I am never going to be the kind of person who cleans the cutlery drawer. I would rather write an essay/sit an exam/retake my driving test (I might have to by the time this is over). The only thing I … Continue reading Revelations in isolation
So it came after all, she thinks, staring out of the window at the rain. It falls in heavy handfuls, flicking fingers at the glass. She’s not thinking about the rain but about the millennium bug that they prepared for … Continue reading Millennium Bug
‘Future Polly’s going to love past Polly…’ My daughter first said this when she was quite small. ‘What do you mean?’ It was Sunday afternoon and she led me to her room. Always tidy, with everything in its place, her … Continue reading Living backwards or forwards?
For years I’ve been saying inappropriate things. Sometimes people noticed, sometimes not. It probably wasn’t obvious most of the time *hopes*. As with everything, you find ways to cope – lip reading, nodding, watching others- a bright smile, laughter, anything … Continue reading Hearing aid
I googled ‘lost’. It said – ‘that which has gone and cannot be recovered’. That makes sense, and would apply to these things: – my youth, my cool, my eye sight. When I was young and foolish, I once lost … Continue reading Of losts and founds, friends and strangers…
Don’t overplan – On the 20th, last year, you locked yourself out of the house, your car filled up with water and your hubby broke down on the motorway in a rented van. Didn’t plan for that did you? But … Continue reading Next Christmas – Notes to Self
There’s a cow in the garage. It’s sandwiched between the lawn mower and a man in a red coat. The man is not Santa but my husband. He’s packing away the wise men’s gifts, giving them a cursory polish, so … Continue reading Polishing gifts
And so it begins: the slow slide becomes a headlong rush into festive full-on. I’m not ready. I’m cross with Christmas this year. I want to grab it by the baubles and tell it what I really think. About Dad … Continue reading We are Christmas
So I had a bit of an episode. I lost my diary. I keep all my passwords in there – well, obviously not my actual passwords (I’m not stupid. At least, not in that way) but the clues to them. … Continue reading Falling off the edge
Last week we visited a gorgeous pub, doubling as a village shop, in a tiny village in Hampshire. The food was excellent, the atmosphere perfect, the fire warm. The waitresses were very good and very young. Between mouthfuls of beef … Continue reading Gifts in skin
