The Godmother 8: Coming Home
Recapturing the Muse
It's easy to get out of the writing habit. If you've been busy with other things, it can take an effort to get back into writing mode. Last week we were visiting relations in Cornwall, and I let go of my muse. The result was similar to letting go of our puppy on the beach: … Continue reading Recapturing the Muse
Now I am Old
With apologies to Jenny Joseph Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Now I am old, I can wear pink trousers and socks of luminous green and shapeless, flowing ponchos of red or aquamarine. When I am hungry, I can eat chip butties or marzipan candied pears, or real iced cream and candy floss from sellers on … Continue reading Now I am Old
The Godmother 7
The Godmother 7: Djarmin of Djalladin
Puppy love — anarchist edition
I loved these in particular – but then I’m a doggy person. They’ve brightened up a dodgy morning.
The Godmother 6
The Godmother 6: Euphemia Ffinch
Wringing in the Rain
Whatever Happened to Shop Awnings?
The Godmother 5
The Godmother 5: Aunt Phemie
The Godmother 4
The Godmother 4: Harriet
Domestic Black Holes
Where do things go when I drop them?
