THURSDAY evening and I am just two sleeps away from the holiday of a lifetime: Greek islands! On a boat! Hurrah!!More
SUNDAY, 11pm. Home, in bed.
“You keep staring into space,” my husband says, rustling the sports pages.
“It’s unnerving. Where’s your book?”
SUNDAY, 7pm. The sun is still shining and my husband and I are making impromptu plans for the evening: short coastal walk, swim and a meal out in a newly-opened restaurant.More
Friday night, and my eldest daughter is home before leaving soon to do a master’s in cognitive neuropsychology at Edinburgh.More
MONDAY morning, and I have the house phone to hand when it rings.More
Saturday, 7pm, London.
Due to work commitments, my husband must fly home tomorrow. My daughter and I, however, do not need to return until the following day.
Yesterday, it was my eldest son’s task to find entertainment for his parents.
Friday evening, London — and my eldest son is discussing the provisions he has made for our entertainment this weekend.More
1pm. I am upstairs in the Emporium, lying underneath a table, working on its legs.More