The kindly cabbie: Our Time of Gifts week 18

This week, shattered glass lay strewn over a stretch of path in our park. And Austin fell in it. He was belting down from the…

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The sleeping man: Our Time of Gifts week 14

My three-year-old son and I, walking through central London. Covent Garden, to be precise. One-thirty in the afternoon. Austin: [tee hee]: Mummy, that man’s sleeping…

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The Street: Our Time of Gifts week 6

This week, I gave stuff away through a recycling method I’ve come to love since moving to London 13 years ago. Some might call it…

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A nature walk in London

A couple of weeks ago, I blogged about how I sometimes feel sad that our children aren’t growing up in the country, with the wilds…

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The blog posts that never were

This fortnight, the time pixies have stolen my blogging hours. It’s been the first long holiday since Austin started pre-school, and with two under-fours to…

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