Ratcliffe College is rightly proud of its history, and never more so than today. At 11 o’clock this morning I was at a memorial service where the names of the Old Boys who died in uniform were read out. As Hugo played the last post and Sophie lowered the flag, it was hard to hold the stiff upper lip that is…

Some from London, us from the Midlands and them from t’North, all brought together with a democratic division of skills, to Richard’s barn. It was a beautiful weekend of country pursuits; lighting fires, plucking pheasants and long walks down leafy, sloe-lined lanes. Wonderful company, stunning countryside and awesome food. Life doesn’t get any better than…

It seems my girls are based on a couple of fairytale characters. These two sisters; Snow White and Rose red, I knew from a book of Grimm Brothers fairy stories, as a child. Its not very popular and I thought I might have dreamedit all until I found this Ladybird Book version in a charity…

Went shopping at the weekend on bicycles. What a fabulous way to shop; we had to take a road out to the end of Cossington but after that, it was all leafy lanes, canal tow paths, the sides of lakes, edge of Syston playing fields and then along the brook to the village centre. There…

I have loved this story since I first heard Rod read the very first line from the very first page. It was an except from The Bullet Catcher’s Handbook and so full of beautiful language and subtlety, I knew it would satisfy my love of nostalgia as well as good story-telling. I have just learned…

I Love that my girls are such good friends. They have always played together and looked after each other. It used to be tea parties in the bay window and fairies on the lawn. Now it’s music festivals in Budapest.   Share thisFacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinEmail

Cain’t live with ’em… cain’t sell ’em for parts.   Share thisFacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinEmail

Erin made us very proud running the Race for Life in Loughborough. Thank you Emma and Lauren for being so supportive. People wear notices on their backs as they run, with names of who inspired them, or those they have lost. I didn’t know any of them, but it still made me cry.   Share…

  When our daughter was 2 years old, she would go to bed with a bottle of milk. She was impatient and it placated her to sit by the microwave and wait for the ‘ping’. We used to tell her how ‘in the old days’ she’d have had to wait a lot longer, for water…