Watching gratefully, as others went first. Continue reading
Charlotte was my best mate while I was growing up. I found her when I was about nine or ten, and I knew instantly that she was my kindred spirit. We were both plain, gawky, too-clever-to-be-cool girls, painfully shy and full of ideas we were desperate to express. I’d never known anyone like her, and I adored her from the first.
It’s a bleak and rainy November Sunday with several hours to wait until the Strictly results show. Husband is out for a bracing walk, proving that he’s much more the hardy outdoor type than me. 12YO has taken herself off to the cinema with a friend to see Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, while the 6YO and I are at home watching the Minions for what seems like the 100th time – in other words, it’s a perfect time for blogging on the sofa. Continue reading
Guilt, like incense, infused our prayers… Continue reading
I’ll stop. Right after this one. Continue reading