End of holidays

Our holidays revolved around a routine of nothingness. We didn’t get out to visit any number of amazing museums, galleries or events specifically designed for holiday time in the city. Frankly, there is nothing that turns me off more than the prospect of lines, impatient, whiney children and the thought that any second my own…

Words go unsaid

Words go unsaid. Words stay sheathed, remain hidden, defy all coaxing and promises of glory. These words are in my head, I know they are, but what use is my word when the others are lined up like soldiers in Shi Huang Di’s tomb, waiting for command. Waiting for use; waiting for labour. There was…

Oh dear

Riley came up to me yesterday, held up this DVD:   …and asked, “Is this Michael Jackson?”