Time In A Bottle

1982. I’ve left school, and done a secretarial course. My place at Oxford is in the bag.  A family friend has wrangled a job for me in Munich and I am feeling pretty grown up even if I am living in my Omi’s flat. Continue reading Time In A Bottle


But I *Should* Have More Money Than You

One of the reasons I didn’t like the school one of my kids went to was I thought it exuded an air of privilege.  I don’t like braying young men, earning a living for the first time and gathering in pubs on a Friday, for the same reason.  I have been critical of friends over the years who have (in my view) been chippy or ostantatious.  Etc.  So it pains me to recognise my own thwarted sense of privilege.  My inner monologue, as well as the usual ‘I’m crap’ messages, now that I am listening closely, also has an unpleasant and mortifying line in entitlement.  Shit. Continue reading But I *Should* Have More Money Than You

In a Vase on Monday

I’ve been enjoying In a Vase on Monday for a while now.  Only planted my garden a year ago, and it’s mostly foliage, rather than flowers, so my first dipping of a toe in the water is a little sheepish, and if I hadn’t been feeling inadequate beforehand, the arrival of this post from A Coastal Plot with its gorgeous photos of eyewateringly beautiful tulips, beautifully shot and labelled, would have done it!  I’m trying to overcome my shame at the discrepancy, and jolly well post anyway. Continue reading In a Vase on Monday