There is nothing on this earth as poignant as the knobbly spine of an old cat. My old cat is thin for the first time in his life and he’s unsteady on his feet. Two weeks ago his legs collapsed under him on his way to his food bowl and he looked at me with… Continue reading Into the dark one more time
Even Autumn feels tired today. Most of the leaves have fallen and the last few are tumbling down reluctantly to join their wet and muddy brothers on the slippery brown paths. The skylines are opening up with bare branches. The skies are grey and leaden. There’s no more appropriate time of year to see a life slip… Continue reading Goodbye Sweet Boy (2)
On Sunday my big beautiful ginger boy jumped onto the bed and settled himself down. As he often does, he gave me a hefty shove and made himself comfortable before checking in with a look that, as ever with Arch, was half affection, half (as Tyra would say) ‘fierce’. Archie has always been our Nanny cat.… Continue reading Archie
I’m thinking about food. This is not unusual. I think about food a lot because I love it. I love eating it and despite being a random cook I occasionally love cooking it. But today I’ve been thinking about food in a different way. Musing on the social media activity I’ve seen of late, I… Continue reading Food Inglorious Food
I’ve started to become more and more intrigued at why so many of our Facebook statuses are about how mad we are. It’s really coalesced for me around the Minion meme, something I’ve taken a particular loathing to. Don’t get me wrong – Minions are great. I really enjoyed the early days of ‘Despicable Me’… Continue reading Crazy Talk
Last weekend it was my sister Julia’s birthday. I made her a cake. It was ambitious. I am not a baking talent. So I’m going to blog you through what I did, and more importantly, what I did wrong so that should you ever be gripped by a similar urge you can have as much… Continue reading Piece of Cake?
After a protracted farewell to Kiev – one involving a long delay and a cross Ukrainian called Shouty Bob – I was airborne again and heading for Tbilisi. Shouty Bob (for his Facebook fans) boarded last, several sheets to the wind. Terrifyingly, he eyed the empty seat next to me for a few moments before bumping… Continue reading Tbilisi