Recently on no more wriggling…
- On sitting down to watch Withnail and I once again….
- Thank-you. Five Years of London Historians
- My next book on 18th & 19th Century medicine – and a competition to come up with a title!
- Don’t leave it too late to live in the moment: Rooting our lives in the present
- Four poems on one day – a challenge for my 5 year ‘bloggerversary’
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There are very few writers who do not, on occasion, have an attack of ‘the vapours’ – defined by the Oxford Dictionary as ‘ a sudden feeling of faintness, nervousness or a state of depression’. It is a general feeling … Continue reading
This is my second blog post about my November NaNoWriMo experience Half way through November. Fifteen days gone and I am still plugging away at my NaNoWriMo novel. I am afraid I am behind schedule, and will have to write … Continue reading
Right – my sister says my blog posts are rather melancholy and nostalgic, so instead of the piece on retro sweets I had in mind to write, I thought I would try to show a more humorous and less wistful … Continue reading
Friends are good at giving advice. I have a very dear, but very skinny, sports mad friend who suggests I get fit but then never seems to feel well. I have a friend who is quite well covered, says that … Continue reading
One of my friends says that I often use the phrase ‘I love my husband dearly but…’ and she knows there will then be some sort of mildly incredulous comment on his behaviour that I don’t want anyone to misconstrue … Continue reading
As an anxiety ridden soon-to-be-freelance-again-thank-goodness writer and researcher (yes basically I find out stuff and write about it), addicted to chocolate, gin, detective stories and John Keats I am definately keen to find a world of my own to live … Continue reading