THE SMALL THINGS

I tend to show the nicer side of myself on this blog. I have a rule about being very, very nice on the internet generally, as I have a theor...

I have slightly been living, like a camel, off the hump of the triumphant visit of the red mare to the care home last week. It was such a cr...

One of my best beloveds once told me this story. I must allow for human misremembering and natural tendency to embellish, but I think it is ...

Author’s note: This is for the horsey ones. To the other ones I apologise and say please do come back tomorrow. It does contain some human ...

Years ago, a friend and I sat down to write a screenplay together. That was the kind of thing we did in our bold twenties, when we did not u...

Life is so curious. Up and down it goes, round the houses. There is a thing that people say – are you a happy person? Or an optimistic perso...

I have, as usual, yet another secret project. I am always starting secret projects and then getting distracted and letting them lapse. This ...

Yesterday, someone called me a pompous, sanctimonious arse. I was ill for three days; that is why there has been radio silence. There was a ...

Happy Independence day to all the dear American readers. It is also the happy birthday of my beloved Older Niece. So it is a day of jubilee ...

Author’s note: this contains a rather self-serving story. Forgive me. It’s been bloody snowing all day and I am a bit weak.   When I am do...