I have been dreading the empty nest. For over 20 years I have been a mother, and really, nothing else. This was a mistake on many levels, but there we are. Now my twins are 18 and off to uni. Continue reading Staring Loneliness In The Face. And Loving It.
For years – more than 20 – I cooked for the family. Five of us. More or less everything we ate, until the children went to school and had lunch there. My husband used to eat out on expenses during the day and when travelling on business (supposedly). Continue reading First the Lasagne, now the Fruit Bowl
Twelve hours or more I am out of the house these days; long days at work and an extensive commute. I arrive home tired, have to shop, cook, iron and so on, deal with rats and leaking roofs and the tax office, and – this week – my son forgetting to turn up to one of his exams, which necessitates more paperwork and cost than you would imagine. I try to squeeze in time to write another chapter of the book, already behind schedule, but luckily with an understanding publisher. Continue reading Having a Dog and Barking Yourself
I remember reading that if you are writing a book, you should remove all but three descriptions of dreams. And then, when you edit, you should remove those. Continue reading A Rose By Any Other Name
I can’t remember where I read this (or I would credit) but there was a woman who was unaware her husband was having an affair. Even though there were signs, she chose – subconsciously – to ignore them. (Oh God, this business of shielding oneself is so fascinating). One day she joined him in the kitchen and suddenly demanded: ‘Who loaded the dishwasher?!’ Continue reading Who Loaded the Dishwasher?
A fully grown and scarily articulate woman says she is turning four. Continue reading Turning 4
Last night they searched our bags as we entered the building, which is unusual when you are going to a movie in a London suburb. Continue reading Mommie Dearest