Time in the Future

I have a good friend who occasionally takes me on visits to the future. She knows where the time machines are and how to work them, but also knows that I like to get home for my tea. So our visits to the future are mostly short, but always interesting. They’re also really good for […]

“When I didn’t know what sadness was”

‘When I didn’t know what sadness was, I could afford to be sad.’ Eighty five pages into my current novel, ‘The Seven Sisters’ by Margaret Drabble, that sentence turned up, made me put the book down and go off into a memory of a time I too decided ‘I could afford to be sad.’ ✹ […]

I’m Not Reading Enough: A Confession

I’m not reading enough. Early on a Friday evening I’m sat here at home in the room where I mostly write these blog posts, writing happily. Joni Mitchell’s singing over in the corner. I’d call it ‘in the background’ except it isn’t. Joni’s singing good and loud: ‘The guy at the gas pumps he’s got […]

A Day to Myself

A much needed day off, walking round Liverpool remembering a different November.  A day to myself, opening up and slowing down, is a rare and precious thing. It always was but feels particularly so in these time-crowded days of university early mornings and things to do nearly all the time. There are things I could […]

The Long and Winding Road

I keep singing the song quietly, I think, to myself. This week as things change for me and I set off on something new, I keep singing the song. It’s in me like bone, like heart and soul. Like it has been since I first heard it the best part of fifty years ago, and […]

In Liverpool: Walking, Rotating, Debating

This was one of my favourite kind of days, the variety kind. A good amount of walking, sunny but not too hot, chance meetings with friends, time alone in quiet corners, Liverpool looking mostly gorgeous, some sorting stuff with other friends, before two events to top off the day. This was my yesterday. Mostly in […]