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  I arrive home. A dapper, rotund chap, in a brown suit, is rummaging inside our porch. Seeing me, he gives a start of surprise and dives be...

  We live in an area of big skies. I guess everyone does really, but we get to see a lot of ours. No mountains blocking the view, no skyscra...

I wrote about tomato anxiety a week ago.  It’s a thing in our house because we grow too many.  Growing fewer isn’t an option. I know, I know...

  It’s that time of year when we have some red-hot days and think it’s summer, only for the weather to cry “Fooled you!” and drench us with ...

Naughty children at my granddaughter’s nursery school are punished by “sitting under the cloud.” Today, I found her drawing on my office wal...

  We set out today to see a trio of old friends we’ve not visited since the covid pandemic started. Not that they have the least interest in...

It wasn’t planned, but  Tom Daley  and I prepared for winter together. Being seized by an overwhelming desire to knit came out of nowhere, u...