In this life

Last weekend, Mr Life, Daughter 2 and I went (as we so often do) to the Botanic Gardens. Look at these tulips (mainly) - a burst of cheeri...

As she almost always does (she's very good) Daughter 2 phoned tonight. And she seemed so far away - in London. And I hate London. It...

Just back from choir, where we're in the final stages of learning Rossini's Petite Messe Solonelle, which is wonderful but hard. Ou...

Would you like to see more of my aunt's garden? Strictly speaking, it's not my aunt's - this is a long story which I have told ...

Happy Easter, everyone. We got back on Wednesday, having been away in this lovely house in Norfolk. My aunt lives here (it's a long sto...

You know that feeling when you just wish life would pass you by from time to time? I would quite like to sit in a mindless heap for a while,...

(Ooh look, a picture.) I was on the bus this morning (going to meet Daughter 1 at the dressmaker's to organise her a bridesmaid's d...

Breathing deeply here. This post is brought to you with some difficulty. I've been trying to post pictures, taken today, of our garden i...

I forgot to order my mum's medicines earlier in the week so had to rush to the pharmacy this morning and throw myself on the mercy of t...

My colleague Scott was 50 today. From my vantage point of 60, this seems relatively young and spring-chicken-like, and he's slim and na...

Only one more teaching day this term, plus one day of justifying our existence by having meetings. Then freedom! Freedom from reminding peo...

The bride and the pregnant bridesmaid sat yesterday in the sitting room, on chairs which aren't normally there but are on transit out...

It's been a week of frantic activity and (not that interesting) events, which I don't have time to blog about because I must go and...