Have held my family;
My boys and me.
From babes slopping and slurping mush,
massaging orange sweet potato into the whorls and whirls of the
naked, unprotected wood.
To toddlers climbing on the curved wooden chairs to finger rainbows in sticky paint.
School books taking flight … Read more
Path out of domestic drudgery
Here and there
Over half term we spent a night away in a very mediocre hotel in the very unromantic Telford. When we got home we walked the dogs and came back home and I cried.
At the hotel I see what I want to eat, here I see what I have to cook.… Read more