Mad head. Sore back

It was my daughter’s birthday this week, which coincided, as with any week, with a lot of homework, and her mother on a deadline. That last bit is not so usual, although I do spend much of my working time in a state of panic at how much I’ve got to do, and how little…

Writers dreaming

A few nights ago I had a dream about a staff, a stile and a horrid dark dank dungeon. There was a woman in the dungeon and I knew she was going to torture me. When she poured liquid on my face, I accepted my fate: that I was doomed. The only way out of…

The death in life

My children went back to school today after a long summer break, which has been filled with holidays, swimming, books, a bit of writing, and lots of inspiration in small and big ways. We’ve had happiness this holiday – the kids have discovered the sea for the first time; I wrote the last word of my…

The elusive self

Due to some cock up with EE, I’ve had no phone this past week and so yesterday I decided to fly away on my bicycle – the kids were at school; my work could wait. It was the perfect day to go and get mindful with Marina Abromovic. Arriving at the Serpentine Gallery http://www.serpentinegalleries.org/ (I got…

What is love?

Recently, I’ve been thinking about love. My husband and I went to a wedding. ‘One of the last of the original,’ I said at the reception after a little too much champagne. ‘Next it will be second marriages.’ But the April sun shone down on us with its spring promise. We settled in our pew,…