Instead of unblocking the drains

Because I am preparing for my part in Abu Dhabi’s Great Expat Exodus and have a gazillion things to do and butterflies in my stomach and a brain that can’t think straight, I am sticking my fingers in my ears and going wahwahwahwahwah reading Tina...

Lots to say, but too tired to be articulate…

I have so much to tell you, but I’m tired…so very, very tired. My venue has Sundays off, for which I am extraordinarily grateful. Sitting on a couch (which is draped in a spread of dubious colour to hide the dubious colour of the lounge), flicking around...

It’s Saturdays. They always make me homesick

Wettest July since 1888 according to last night’s weather presenter. I must say, coming from Australia’s increasingly frightening drought, I find being in this rain…I’m not sure of the word exactly…not ‘reassuring’ not...

I think we’ll visit the castle tomorrow

I was doing the dishes and listening to a radio programme about Muriel Spark and her new biography. I had forgotten that Muriel Spark’s son lived with her parents. The biographer explained this by saying something along the lines of, ‘She couldn’t do...