I wrote this, and a close friend read it for me, at Mr Duncan’s funeral. I first met Mr Duncan when he shared his umbrella with me standing in line for the London Summer Proms. That was Mr Duncan in a nutshell – thoughtful, kind, generous. We’d see each other socially at company events, but our […]
Near the end of last year, when she was three and a half, Pickle was having great success with cosmic ordering. She wanted a pink, two wheel bike, with a basket on the front and training wheels. Lo, the next day, the people around the corner put one that met her specification outside their house
I don’t even know where to start… More than two years later I find myself returning here, to this blog, where I felt so much safety and comfort while I was in pain… and I’m thankful that here is still available to return to. For the past couple of years I had little time between
Marcy completely called it. Yes it has also been a ghost town around here. Parenting an infant takes a lot of time and energy and I have been using what little time I have to myself to do stuff (or sleep) rather than write about stuff. My IF feed has really slowed. The fact
Now that Pickle is six months old, I’ve been contemplating a return to work. I have been self employed for most of the past 17 years, working long hours as an IT consultant but I don’t think I want to go back to that life. Pickle is too precious to me to only