The sideboard is still littered with bilious orange sweeties left over from Halloween yet Christmas has started to loom. This year, the first hearing of “it’s Christmaaaaaaas” in a retail environment was recorded the Friday before last. However, it hasn’t triggered it’s usual fit of fury and resistance. I’m calm and, whisper it, even looking […]
Facebook folly: I like them on my chest and lump-free
I wrote this 5 years ago, but as I’ve just had my first routine mammogram it seems like an appropriate day to resurface this. It’s come round again. That time of year when women post silly suggestive things as their Facebook status apparently to bewilder poor men and raise awareness of breast cancer. I did […]
A Poppy Appeal
I published this first in 2014, but, looking at the date, I thought it was worth another look. Every single fragile flower represents a person plucked from their lives. And each flower’s loss is anguish, heartbreak and grief – wounds you couldn’t see. That generation endured their pain, they could never forget. On my way […]
I love my sense of smell
Really. I am guilty of taking my olfaction for granted. Of not paying any attention to the molecular miracle that happens with each inhalation. Of looking down my nose at the importance of matters retronasal. Until lately, that is. For the past few weeks, I have succumbed to the lurgy and been more clogged up […]
