FIVE pm, London, and I’m lying on the sofa in Vanessa’s sitting room, counting tribal Afghan kilims.More
“You swore you’d never renovate anything again as long as you lived. You’ve been swearing that for my entire childhood.”More
Midnight, Sunday — and I’m outside the house, looking for my book which I feel certain I left in the car.More
9am. I am in the car, en route to hospital, where I am to have a small lesion removed from my lower calf.More
Sunday morning. My husband is in bed. I am in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee pot to boil. I turn up the radio; I’m trying not to listen to the small voice of my conscience.More
I’M sitting at the kitchen table, staring at a blank Word Document when my husband returns from town.More
Home, 4.30pm. Having arrived home from our three-week holiday, my husband and I are sitting on the sofa, at something of a loose end.More
Meganisi Port, aboard the “Sophia”.
1.30am. Sleeping arrangements have just been urgently revised.
We are in Meganisi port in Greece. It is 1am. There are about 50 boats all politely moored in a row up against the jetty. All is pin-drop quiet.More
We are in a taverna on the island of Meganisi.
Lefkada, 5pm and I’m standing on a jetty. My husband, his sister and her husband are standing on the boat that is to be our home for a week.More
THURSDAY evening and I am just two sleeps away from the holiday of a lifetime: Greek islands! On a boat! Hurrah!!More