I do love the odd names of streets, roads and places in England. On the train to work in the morning, the final destination is Charing Cross in London. The name Charing Cross is important because it is the place from where all distances to and from London are...

Let me tell you what is happening around us. Flags are going up. Cut-outs of crowns and the Queen are up. Flyers abound of parties on greens, streets and commons. We are all trying terribly hard not to talk of birthday cake, Downing Street and lying to Parliament....

My world is governed by post-it notes in books, notebooks, on cupboards and in cupboards and this is the reduced madness in our household. Work (as in paid work) is going at a pace beyond the 60 mile speed limit for roads in the country. I can barely keep up. I fall...

We are becoming British.   Our freezer is very small. It only has two drawers and one is filled with ice-cream (dairy and vegan). It may be winter, but we are firm in the belief that ice cream in a cone, on a stick or in a bowl, makes the world go round.  ...

Time passes in mysterious ways. Another December and COVID prevails. With recent plans of a trip back to Cape Town this month upended by a new strain of this peril or “the dreaded lurgy” as the fancier people say here in London, we are at the point where we will not...