Sometimes you need a little time before you can write about something. Time to decipher the emotions, space to let things be long enough to see a clear path. Last week, when my youngest child started school, I really didn’t
John Cusack is my new BFF…
A million years ago, as a young teenager, I was convinced that if only I could somehow engineer a meeting with Andrew McCarthy he would instantly realise that our love was reciprocal and whisk me away to be the Andie
Not In My Back Yard…
Nimbyism is a great thing isn’t it? Here in dear old middle England we positively excel at it: “We’re drowning in rubbish, we need a new landfill site…” “WHAT?! Not in my back yard…!!” “There’s a housing crisis, we’re looking