THE SMALL THINGS

At 7.26am, the telephone goes. I struggle to consciousness. ‘Are the horses out?’ I mutter. It is either that or someone has died. My broth...

I speak, in turn, at length, to the Beloved Cousin and the Younger Brother. I have not spoken to either since last year, and we roar into an...

1024 hard-written words today. Sometimes, when I am really motoring, I can do five hundred in an hour. Some days, I have to pull each phrase...

I hate moods. I like good, clean emotions. I don’t even mind painful ones – sorrow, fury – as long as they come from somewhere explicable. I...