When Rebecca came to stay a few weeks ago, I was telling her how, finally, I’m getting interested in gardening. ‘Ah yes,’ she said wisely, ‘The three ages of woman. Horses, hormones and horticulture.’. How true.
I’m not sure what’s brought it on. Maybe it’s the fact that, unlike our previous London home, you have to [...]
I was chatting to someone the other day, and they mentioned the blog, and they said, “I just find it so….” and paused as they cast around for the right word. If I’d been asked to complete the sentence for them, I’d have plumped for ‘inspirational’, which is a word I’ve got used to, and [...]
That, my friends, is the sound of my arch-enemy, Captain Cramp. Yes, he’s back, with his evil laugh and his shiny spurs and his frankly ridiculous moustache. He’s mainly going for my left hamstring, but occasionally the hamstring and calf. From 5am onwards he goes for the arch of my foot and I can’t work [...]