In this life

... I just took a teeny peek, or as we'd say in Scotland a wee keek, at Tanya's blog ( http://tanyatheartbutcher.blogspot.com/ ) an...

I don't have time to blog. But here are some pictures of the Botanic Gardens, one of our favourite places, where Daughter 2, Mr Life an...

As well as teaching English language and literature as part of a general programme, we have to teach what’s known as Communication – practic...

This is my pale pink Christmas cactus. This, on the other hand, is millionaire's shortbread. I don't know how to count in cups or g...

This morning There’s been a funny flashing light in the car for a few weeks. I couldn’t quite make out what it was: it looked like a man hol...

I read today that the writer Fay Weldon was asked what brought happiness and she said, “Someone to love, something to do.” I thought that t...

On Saturday it was my turn to host the book group. (Patrick Gale’s “Notes for an Exhibition” – I really liked it, though not everyone did.) ...

Tennyson put it all rather better in In Memoriam A.H.H. - I sometimes think it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel: For words, like ...

We’re missing our boy, who was home for a week but has now gone back to his distant new home, leaving a boy-shaped hole in our house. And w...

Write a reflective essay, I said to my class of not-very-academic 16-year-0lds, about something you're interested in. I want to feel yo...

Well, Sherlock aka Molly Holmes-Bawn, you were right. (Are you a witch? Do you have second sight?) I didn’t publicise this till they were sa...

I normally get an average of about 40 people a day looking at my blog. Last Wednesday I got 160! I was astonished. Had the world suddenly re...

Here's another view of our North Wales house. Actually, it's been divided into two: the owners, reasonably enough, live in the left...

We’ve been away for a week with the family in Wales , so that Mr Life could drive a narrow gauge railway train for a day. Here he is in his ...