We’ve been back almost two weeks, and I’m still reeling from my American experience. So much so I can’t seem to clear my head enough to write about it. So I’ve decided to write about food instead. Anyone who remembers … Continue reading American Takeout
It’s six-o-five, still dark, and I am sitting by an open window at the dining table of our New York apartment. The city is waking, cars, which never quite stop moving, are gathering force, a man walks by with a … Continue reading Brooklyn Morning
I should be packing – which means finishing the ironing I began yesterday.I should be cleaning the house so our return won’t be too gruesome.I should be going to the Post Office to bank the cheque that arrived this morning, … Continue reading One More Sleep
I began this post yesterday, and spent all day trying to format it using a flashy editor called Elementor. I use it for constructing pages, but blimey it was a struggle for a blog post, and I inadvertently published before … Continue reading Rational Velvet
Once upon a time weekends were for partying, with a constant supply of new frocks, impossible shoes, make-up, booze, and friends. This lasted, as an impression if not a way of life, for about twenty years. Though marriage, motherhood and … Continue reading Confessions of a Weekend Reader
I am grateful* for many things – beef dripping; Edward Enninful’s steerage of British Vogue; the word ‘plank’… – but today I am particularly grateful for sandwiches. On Tuesday afternoon I got an iMessage from a much loved friend asking … Continue reading Reasons to be Cheerful
Saturday morning: running with snot, headachy, feeble, in no fit state to do do anything but return to bed, I found myself dragging large pieces of furniture across a carpeted room. As I think I mentioned in my last London … Continue reading Spatial Awareness
A fair – The Shows?* – is being erected on the other side of the heath for the bank holiday weekend, so we used it as a reason to take a walk after a sluggish morning. And I remembered to … Continue reading London Notes #12
Saturday: I forgot to take any photos of the artist at P21 Gallery in King’s Cross making a huge, interactive, calligraphy on a red garage door. Or of bustling Kilburn High Road, where we went next, but zillions of the … Continue reading London Notes #10
The day (Friday) turned foodie, quite unintentionally. We actually meant to have a healthy outdoorsy day in the woods, and we did start that way. Oxleas Wood is one of the few remaining areas of ancient deciduous forest in Eltham … Continue reading London Notes #9
Eryl Gasper-Dick, still curious 