For the last few years now, I have been feeling increasingly bah, humbug about Christmas. It just seems to get earlier and pushier every year, which frankly always makes me want to dig my heels and fold my arms. I’m usually busy pretending it isn’t happening until at least the first week in December, at which point I start to…
I haven’t done 6 degrees post for a couple of months. In fact, I haven’t done a great deal of any writing for a couple of months. I always seem to be drowning in stuff to do, whilst never actually achieving anything. I think I need a holiday. Or perhaps I just need this month’s starting book: Wintering by Katherine…
I did not read No Flying in the House when I was six. If I had read it when I was six, I would have loved it. Why? Because what what six year old girl doesn’t want a three inch talking dog who can perform 367 tricks? And what six year old girl does not want to be part fairy,…