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 […]

Alone in Silence

Sarah has gone away, sea kayaking this time, and I’m alone again. Not lonely though. I find I rarely get lonely. Which is just as well as I find myself alone a lot. Usually I’m alone here in this peaceful house. This house where I’ve lived for twenty six years, the longest I’ve ever lived […]