Day 16   A couple of years ago, we had a Christmas craft party in the local village hall. I took my sewing machine and some dried lavender, and some … [Read more...]

Day 15   It’s tempting to think of kindness as a lovely soft thing. A pillow against the awful times we’re living in. An analgesic marshmallow. The … [Read more...]

Day 14   I struggle to maintain a healthy relationship with food. Fat was bad when I was growing up; thin was marvellous, beautiful and (most … [Read more...]

Day 13   There’s a wall in my house that I want to knock down. James won’t let me, because we don’t own the house on the other side of it and he … [Read more...]

Day 12   The more awful things are, the calmer I am. When child three dropped a glass jar of pancake batter onto the kitchen floor, I cleared it up … [Read more...]