Nora pulls me along the side of our house, under the melaleuca trees, straight towards our garden gate. I stand on tiptoe and lift the latch, and the dog pushes ahead, barely
I get up early and, without bothering to get dressed, I start writing. At 10 am, I am still sitting on the sofa, snuggled under my blanket, tapping away at my keyboard. My
Yesterday, my husband Andy said, “What shall we do for Good Friday?” and I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don’t know. Say some prayers? Read the readings?” “Do you want to
It’s the second Monday in June. The queen says (in her very posh voice), “Chef, please bake me a cake! It’s my birthday in Australia today.” Some weeks later, the queen says
The world is outside. I’m inside. I’m under the trees, running along familiar tracks. There are no restrictions and rules. The birds don’t yell, “Back away! Remember: 1.5 metres apart!” There’s no
Just before the world turned strange, on the day that my Godson married his bride, I wore a new green flower print dress. The next day, I received an email from my
I feel so sad that people are dying alone,” I say to Imogen. “The coronavirus restrictions aren’t compassionate. Everyone deserves to have their loved ones with them when they’re dying.” I hope
A few years ago, when my youngest daughters were little girls, I discovered a box of eggs on our doorstep. I told a friend about the eggs, and she said, “Where did
During the early hours of this morning, while we were fast asleep, time shifted. Unaware, secure in our beds, we were thrust back an hour. Daylight saving ended. Nora will not be
After dinner on Wednesday, March 25, I slipped out of the house and made my way to our village. I was on a clandestine mission. Would anyone see me? Would I return
On the top shelf of the fridge in the supermarket sits a small stubby caramel pot: cacao and dates, lactose-free. When I stumble through the front door with fat shopping bags dangling from
How can I feel alone in a crowd of shoppers? It’s easy when we have to stay 1.5 metres apart. When we have to stand on our crosses. Remain behind the line.
The carol birds slip in unannounced. Nobody sees them arrive. They hide behind the leaves at the top of the trees in the bush. I’ve never seen a carol bird. Maybe few people