Monthly Archives: March 2014

It’s been about ten years since I last set foot in my old home town. Ten years since I saw my remaining friends here. Ten years since I wandered past the house I grew up in and chanced a peak over the garden fence. It was time to put that right. Taking the bus from …

I’ve always felt a bit funny standing and peering over a fence at a house that isn’t yours anymore.  Imagine if a woman inside on her own was to catch sight of me staring into her backyard for no apparent reason.  The police would be called.  You’ve got to be subtle about it.  Move position …

It feels somewhat strange as we board a 10 hour bus to Glasgow.  A wonderful few days in sunny Twickenham with my sister behind us, it’s now time to take that long road North.  Ella has had the pleasure of meeting my delightful twin, who’s literal opening conversation was about the various sizes and extent …

While I stand in line with a boarding pass and passport, I’m looking around at my fellow passengers and thinking; ‘these are the people I’m going to die with’.  Such is my fear of flying, which gets significantly worse each time, as my brain is convinced that this is the one that’s going down.  This …