THE SMALL THINGS

This morning, at 7.30, my mother died. She has been ill for a long time. I have not written about it, for two reasons. First of all, I did n...

My work at HorseBack is almost always done in a hurry. I dash up, canter about taking pictures, make some bad jokes, shout with laughter, wa...

I woke to blinding sunshine and ridiculously loud birdsong, as if the local avians were having some kind of arcane competition. I arrived at...

I ring up the Beloved Cousin. ‘Oh,’ she exclaims. ‘I miss you.’ ‘I miss you too ,’ I shout. ‘I was only thinking, just the other day,’ she s...

I was going to do something perfectly horrid today. Yesterday, two things occurred to upset me. Both were very small, hardly visible to the...