A humble potato – not much to look at – meets a cupful of thyme. The pair realises that times are changing, and so they are. (Scissors, a peeler and a knife are introduced, in a very respectful way). Butter is melted and brought on board, and garlic has a small say too. Sliced, stacked … More The humble potato story
There’s nothing quite like a summer fruits PYO farm. Our local one is Stonepitts and we visit on a roasting hot summer’s afternoon. Nestled near the North Downs, we are in a pretty spot. I teach my son how to find the best berries where no-one else has bothered to look. We slow to a steady … More Slowing down at Stonepitts.
I live a quiet life: minding the house and garden, managing moods (including my own, if I’m honest), and dealing with downpours. My husband and two youngest sons are in Portugal. They send photos of sun, sea and sand, along with a daily sprig of flowers. Which is thoughtful. For various reasons I have stayed … More Today is today, mañana is mañana
An old man stopped right by my husband and asked him a question. My husband was stretching post-run, in the way runners like to do, but trying to be discreet, in a little side lane. “Do you know what this used to be?” the old man asked, pointing to the building my husband was leaning … More Window history
There is nothing, zilch, nada left in the tank. I have hit a wall of fatigue (no big reason for it beyond a 24 hour period of intense parenting). So I surrender with a slump on the sofa and join my two youngest kids who are watching tv. I reach for my laptop and try to … More Brick wall
I expect that the idea of International Happiness Day 2018 will summon a sneer of disdain from my sceptical sixteen-year old (writes his cynical mother) … I learn about today’s significance in the village shop, where one fellow customer observes, “I’d quite like to be happy tomorrow as well.” Me too. The day isn’t going well in … More International Day of Happiness – really?
I’m training for Berlin so I’m running in German. It’s a Schneelauf (snow run). I’m walking with my daughter so I’m talking in English. It’s a snow walk. I’m home warming up with a chocolate brownie bake-up. Good in any language.
I got to be a spy in Otto’s, but I pretended to be a fly on the wall. It was warm and steamy, there was yin, there was yang, and there was talk of vacuum-packed frankfurters. I ignored Trump and enjoyed brunch. And finally I sat in The Armchair. http://weareottos.com/the-blog/
A surprising shift from the daily routine (a tiny but potent tweak), and suddenly I own my day more than it has sworn to own me. So I run out in the winter-rare sunshine to meet it. A twist in events could occur at any time – I know that – so I sit in … More Simple Serendipity
I’m feeling tired and fed up. I may even have sniffed back a tear. It doesn’t matter why – things have just got to me. I lie to the kids: I say I am “Fine.” But they know I am not. I throw off my apron in a bit of a grump; it has been … More Sweet Spice