So. London. We got the cheese, and we had hot chocolate and croissants in the café opposite the cheese shop and watched whole pigs being delivered to the … [Read more...]

James has a little car, a single fingernail with which he clings to life pre-children. It gets very little use, partly because James works hard and doesn’t … [Read more...]

The Financial Times says ‘at least nine,’ the Guardian goes with a definitive ’12 killed.’ A truck ploughed into a Christmas market in Berlin and people are … [Read more...]

Dear God Thank you for your letter yesterday. I’d like you to know that the car is going in for its MOT tomorrow and that the cranberry sauce didn’t burn. I’ve … [Read more...]

Dear Antonia I’ve tried really hard to chat to you recently. It seems to me that you’ve got being busy confused with being necessary. I’ve given you some good … [Read more...]