THE SMALL THINGS

Today, the rat man came. Thank goodness for the rat man, or I don’t think I’d ever have written this blog again. I went away on holiday, to...

Today, I had twenty versions of the blog running round in the mazy corridors of my mind. Some were grumpy, some were confessional, some wer...

I think again about choices. It’s pouring with dreary old rain; the sky is like dirty washing-up water. Even Scotland’s great beauty cannot...

Two of the things I love most in the world are people who are really, really good at their jobs, and people who can talk fascinating talk fo...

It is ten degrees, and the sky is the colour of lost hope. So much water is pouring out of it that I start to suspect that something has gon...

As well as thinking quite a lot about the small things, I think about the ordinary, unsung traits. I think a lot about niceness and kindness...

On the last blog, a Dear Reader wrote: ‘How C21st - someone writing at length on the internet about why they haven't been on the intern...