Sitting here in Starbucks at 9 o’clock on a Tuesday morning. In front of me, seen through the huge plate glass window that helps pull people in, is an elongated bike of the type that many Amsterdam parents own … Read More
My son came home from school the other day with an interesting proposition. “If there was a nuclear meltdown Mum, and you could only save ten people, how would you decide who to save?” This of course was the … Read More
I am a slut. It’s official. I just read it in ‘The Guardian’. According to Katherine Whitehorn, that Sixties doyenne of wisdom and wit (and who my father had the hots for) a slut is, amongst other things, someone … Read More
Well good heavens, it’s that time of year again. A friend of mine commented on my blogs this morning. I looked at them and realised it’s exactly a year since I started them – my first one details the … Read More
Mummy, Mummy, Mummy I want your life Where there wasn’t any clutter And there wasn’t any strife. You got up in the morning And you did your thing: The washing and the cooking … Read More
I was at the Uitmarkt recently, an annual event where dance companies, theatre groups, bands and orchestras all present their new repertoire to a mixed crowd on a scattering of stages in the centre of town. It’s free, and … Read More
