Dad loved Christmas. His eyes would go all shiny and bright as he recounted stories of his youth, how he and his brothers would choose a Christmas tree, cut it down and drag it home by sledge through the snow. … Continue reading Look up
Many of us have an activity or two in life that transforms us. We change from generally likeable, easy-going types in cardigans, into red eyed gremlins, waving pitchforks. For some, it’s the supermarket shop, for others, driving (I know a … Continue reading The Bad-tempered Cleaning Company
Did you know London begins on the A22 just outside Whyteleafe? Unless you’re on the train, and then it’s probably somewhere like Purley Beeches. This is when you’re travelling from Sussex. Of course that’s just my opinion. There are actual … Continue reading Boundaries, baldness and the art of listening carefully
I’m walking like a cowboy, my knees are socially distancing from each other and my back aches. But I’m happy. I hadn’t cycled for at least 20 years, probably more. I have a friend who is a veteran cyclist. She … Continue reading Pedalling like a believer
So many questions: – What are social distancing procedures on pavements? Should I tint my own eyebrows? Shall I grow a beard? As far as pavements are concerned, I think there should be a very clear rule that the person … Continue reading Digging up daisies
Like you, at this (*Do not use the word unprecedented! DO NOT use the word unprecedented!*) unprecedented time (sorry), I’m noticing the mood swings. I guess we all are. Some days I feel sad and pensive, weepy even. News of … Continue reading Why rainbows?
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