Yesterday I ran unselfconsciously across the Möhne Dam in yellow dungarees and plimmies, eating ice cream and drinking fanta, happily unaware that my skinny legs would ever fill out. Yesterday I fell off my bike in the middle of my
The Boy Wonder….
January is a desperate month. Bleak and grey, its enveloping darkness creates a mask of desolation that blinds you to everything that is good and positive. In short, it’s depressing and ugly and if there were a political movement
just because….
It must have been 1999. I remember sitting in a car park, somewhere in the industrial depths of Reading with my now husband, pre-children, marriage, mortgage and responsibility. I played this song – probably from an old maxell tape and