Having a Dog and Barking Yourself

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

Who Loaded the Dishwasher?

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?