THE SMALL THINGS

The stupid back laid me flat and, apparently, drained me of typing skills. I think I thought it too dull to bore you with the detail...

Author's note: I wrote this yesterday and did not publish it, because it was such a wail. But today the stupid back is still mak...

Without a word of warning, my back seizes up and goes into spasm. It is as if a furious giant has put his hand around my pelvis and is...

I go down to the village to run an errand. As I am in the shop, talking to the ladies – our village shop is small, but there are usu...

I wake feeling rather Sunday-ish, tired from a long week. I was on firework duty with the livestock last night, dashing about to calm ...

‘Never,’ said my landlord, who is also my much-loved relation by marriage, ‘have anything in your house which is neither beautiful n...

This morning, I took a bow, got onto my horse, rode down a track, and shot an arrow straight to its target. This is not a sentence ...

The rather amazing thing is that all that wild yelling yesterday did the trick. The wounding blow has now shrunk to a humming bruise...

Oh, the dear Dear Readers. You are mighty battalions of loveliness. Whenever I write a particularly revelatory post, especially...

Warning: this is a very silly story. Occasionally, I am driven to share silly stories with you. Nobody really knows why. Yesterda...

  I had to do the kind of work today that was quite technical and boring and logistical and serious. I was not running away with the ...

I just heard something extraordinary. I was in the kitchen making a lovely little brunch. The Food Programme was on Radio Four,...

  This morning, I took some delightful pictures of Stanley the Manly and Darwin the Dog. At once, I had of course to put them on the ...

The sun shone and I rode my red mare and I had a long and happy talk with my friend in the field as we basked in the warmth and I...