I’m still not quite back to my writing, but I’ll catch up soon. In the meantime, here are two articles which caught my eye over the past few silent weeks, reflecting on some of the topics we’ve been exploring here. The first explores how to...

My son’s oldest friend lost his mother to breast cancer last month. One more thing for two fourteen year-old boys to share in common. And really, after all this time, events like these shouldn’t amaze and appall me. But they do. Because Lynn had a...

<a class=""alignleft" title="Rumours by fleetwood mac 1977" href="//energetic.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/rumours-by-fleetwood-mac-1977.jpg"><img">Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow Don’t stop, it’ll soon be here It’ll be better than...

July 8th 1997 A day trip to France to meet the Brittany government. Rachel was brilliant as always, arriving at dawn as I left for the airport and staying until very late. On my way home there was a huge thunderstorm, the motorway was blocked, and so...

On our way home we visited Jane, Jenny’s friend from ante-natal, who had now returned from Hong Kong to live in Wiltshire, too. Jane’s daughter Orla was three that day, and it was a fine party, with toddlers and mums and dads everywhere. I found...