I went to a funeral last week. I went because I knew his wife and wanted to support her but I’d met him only once. As I approached the crematorium there was queue to get in, a queue for the … Continue reading →
This week I braved the early morning M25 and set off to Rochester, Kent to talk to the WI. This was booked months ago, the first of many talks this year and so it set the standard. What a lovely … Continue reading →
First the article in the Times supplement, then the Radio 4 interview with Janet Behan, capped by years of hearing of and about Brendan Behan left me with little choice – I had to go and see this at The … Continue reading →
I lied. It was a quandary – both times – which answers that old question: do you have to be a good speller to be a good writer? No…but it helps. Thanks to Linda Gillard for getting me back on track
So I find myself in a quandry. I need to write the scene where the fellow comes out of prison. It’ll be a moving scene – he thinks he’s alone, he can’t go back, he doesn’t know how to go forward, … Continue reading →
Call me when you get this….part 2 The first thing you think of when you read, ‘Call me when you get this…’ is that somebody’s died. The second thing is that you don’t want to know who it is, not … Continue reading →
My husband was 50 this Christmas. A ski-ing holiday was his idea of a good present; ski-ing holiday is my idea of a contradiction in terms – an oxymoron, if you like. We had a Ski-ing holiday a few years … Continue reading →