Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Gone, umbrella and fast forward.

1. After my call is finished, I find myself searching a silent house: the children have gone away with Granny.

2. Nick comes up the hill to the hairdressers with an umbrella to shelter my blow-dry from the rain.

3. I do not think I will ever get over the pleasure of easily and accurately fast-forwarding past boring bits on telly. 

Conference morning, break time and memory.

1. Waking up in a huge snow-crisp hotel bed, rather keyed up, but ready for a day in the company of other editors. 2. I take a moment to sit...