Funeral for a friend

Funeral for a friend

I went to a friend’s funeral today. I was at school with her. Louise was the girl we all wanted to be – tall, blonde, leggy, clever. And incredibly kind and thoughtful. A beautiful person outside and in. But she was already not of this world.  She...
David Bowie

David Bowie

Let’s scroll back in time to early 1983 where I am twenty one, in my final year at London University and holding a Saturday job at a small, exclusive bridal and ball gown shop on the Fulham Road to help make ends meet. It’s late February and for once I am...
Being human

Being human

  Harry the Rabbit is seven years old. He was bought as a present for our eight year old daughter. You know the story. She simply HAD TO HAVE HIM. Until, of course, his novelty wore off. Which was about six days. Then I assumed the onerous task of being...
What’s happening?

What’s happening?

A lot of my friends are seeing their children off to university at the moment. Packing bags, loading cars, emptying cupboards. Trying to remember all the good advice they promised themselves they would give to their kids and mentally checking off whether they have...