SEPTEMBER #1: IS THIS THING ON?

Lottie has gone away for five days to somewhere unfeasibly remote with a clutch of her most intrepid female friends. The immediate result is that I realise she does even more company stuff than I realise. She’s left me a helpful collection of virtual post-its and she’s texting me instructions, but the effect is still […]

AUG #2: THE QUEENE

“On summer mornings the hills outside my bedroom window are green with sun and on winter mornings they are white with snow and over all of it is the sound of the laughter of our heirs, and the sound of the wind. The wind rattles the casements and runs into the hills and is gone.”