I’m bracing myself for some serious dressing up this week, instead of the monotonous dressing down of last month.

When we were much younger, my older sister was forced to share a bedroom with me.  We fought constantly and she strategically placed her rocking chair to mark  the centre of the room in a domestic Maginot line that she dared me to cross.  My sister’s half was organised, stylish and sophisticated; my half refused…

It’s felt that the dragonfly has been putting on weight and resting too long on my shoulder this week; its next flight launch must surely be imminent. I could do with being reminded of its beauty and lightness of touch. Instead, it’s causing my heart to tense. I knew that forging this new life wasn’t…

Without wishing to cause offence, there are certain things that I’ve always been dead against – mean spiritedness, sniffing and bottom cleavage to name a few – but top of my growing list has been the long- term dread of either of my children getting a tattoo. When your children are younger, naturally you get…

I’m discovering that the trick in this journey is not to take yourself too seriously – and to surround yourself with others who certainly won’t let you. One constant over the last 6 years has been morning boot camp madness.  You have to be a certain sort of mad to set the alarm for 5.10…

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton