Brimful of Hygge

Christmas is nigh. A snug-lit festival in winter’s darkest month: steaming mince pies and red-nosed jumpers, clove-warm mulled wine and pigs in blankets. It’s a brimful of hygge on the 25th. All wrapped up with family and friends (whether you like them or not). But for as many as 1.4 million people in the UK … More Brimful of Hygge

The humble potato story

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

Window history

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

Brick wall

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