Time is hurling me towards my book deadline at the moment. And you’d have thought the pressure and importance of the whole thing would focus my mind, wouldn’t you? However, instead of writing, one rainy Saturday afternoon I find myself googling that song from the eighties by Owen Paul. Like you do. And on the […]
Progress: the things my children won’t know
I’ve just got Boy Three ready for bed. These inefficient ablutions usually involve a lot of splashing and some bubbles. This time he spied a mini bar of soap brought home from some hotel or other. “Wazzat?” he pointed. “Soap,” I unwrapped it for him. It must have been there years. He was baffled. He […]