What to say when there aren’t any words
On Easter Saturday morning our alarm went off as usual at 6 am, and I knew something was wrong because my wife didn’t turn it off. It took about ten minutes for me to fully register that this was because she was dead. Charlotte had suffered a pulmonary...
Dithering for dummies
I’m writing a book. You may well know that by now. It’s the most creative and stimulating project I have worked on for several years, and at the same time the most exhausting. This partly explains why you haven’t heard from me on the Blog since...
Procrastination and Preferences
Last Saturday I had dinner with a couple who have moved into the village recently. They have a bitch working cocker spaniel who has become our dog Ross’ girlfriend, so we already have plenty to talk about. Ben is a doctor, and we found ourselves talking about...
