Everyone always writes a million reviews of the year, and most years I am straight out of the starting blocks writing a few paragraphs after a few glasses of champagne on New Year's Eve. Auld Lang Syne does that to everyone, that feeling of wistful reflection on our inability to appreciate the good times, and... Continue Reading →
New Year’s Eve 2024
I always write some crap on New Year's Eve most years, summarising what happened in the world, or my world. I mostly write about films we watched, but it felt like slim pickings this year. So I'll look at my Google location timeline to remind me of places we went instead. In May, we booked... Continue Reading →
Ice climbing is completely mad
My husband is turning 50. I must really love him, because I booked an ice climbing holiday for his birthday. I slept for what felt like two hours before we left, lying there thinking of all the things that can go wrong. We took a 6.40 am flight from Heathrow. Taking flights with children is... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 