At the start of this month Jacinta and I headed off to Devon to attend the Writers at the Watermill Retreat led by my wonderful friend of 30+ years (gulp), Christine Cooke. Yes, you read that correctly. I attended the retreat. I went along not as the leader but as a student. Now those of … More Losing myself in Devon
I know that it is true that we are many people. Not so much schizophrenic, but simply able to be the chameleon, say, in a new setting, or the life and soul of a party among friends and even the expert when doing our job. Just as I was definitely a different person in Norway, … More Remind me, please. Who am I?
This morning I woke up feeling tearful and with a Cliff Richard song in my head. ‘Fraid so, readers, I was mad about Cliff from the age of nine until, well let’s not get into that. The words were: “I wake up crying, after tossing and turning and yearning the whole night long. Pretty baby, … More Gecko Fingers