January. What a beautiful month for disasters. And disasters there have been. From a petulant adult child who sashays around the house...

For so many years I didn't value time. An anointed symptom of youth for there was always going to be another tomorrow, another chance,...

Memories, what funny things they are. Instantly, as immediately as a flash of light, and as speedily as a smell that suddenly teleports...

Since 2014, I’ve had a stalker. Maybe. It might be longer than that, I really don’t know. In 2014, I was living the typical London...

Today my legs wouldn’t work. They shrugged, made a face, and simply refused to operate. Naturally, I stared at them most menacingly,...

Today was an extraordinary day of self-recognition. It arrived out of nowhere, this awareness, and I’ve been wearing it all day like a...

It's Saturday. January. Cold but sunny. I’ve found a comfortable space in the sunlight for afternoon tea. The woods are eerily silent,...