THE SMALL THINGS

I’m back in the missing stage, today. Yesterday I was in the stripped of my skin stage. The day before I was in the baffled, hit a brick wal...

I have just made some cheese puffs. I have no idea why. I have never made a cheese puff in my life. I am practising for my mother’s wake, wh...

Yesterday, I decided I would take a day off from grief. I was going to have a happy day. I was perfectly prepared for failure (failure and I...

I felt like a wounded bear today. I countered it with work. I gave my whole day to HorseBack and that was a good thing. My mother would have...

Last night, I had a dream. I did not dream I went to Manderley again but that I was chatting to Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall. (I know that pe...

Today, I said goodbye to my mother. In a last act of dazzling brilliance, she left instructions that she did not want a funeral. No fuss, sh...

As the irrational anger stage flickers in and out like a faulty electrical current, there is also a flat stoicism. Get on, do life, don’t ma...