This was the title of the book that my father gave me to read which explained how he and his family, amongst many thousands of others, were “liberated” from their homes in February to April 1940, for being “enemies of the people”. The weeks before had seen the breadwinners being taken off and imprisoned and […]Read Post ›
I like Sandy Toksvig very much, her feminism, her humour, her wit and her take on reality. I can only say that I am glad she wrote this book quite a while ago and that her writing has improved since then.At times this felt not like a novel but a feminist tract, and not in […]Read Post ›
A sequel of sorts to The Salt Path, I read this book with such pleasure. The lives of the characters could not be more different to my own. Raynor and Moth are about my age and that’s it. They have been the sufferers of great misfortune, having been made homeless through no fault of their […]Read Post ›
by and for MD Finally Meeting Mum by Mike Daligan is a tome that lifts the spirits and shows you how it is possible to come to terms with whatever life throws at you. This delightful book is very hard to categorise. It starts off with a poem – a beautiful paean to mothers everywhere […]Read Post ›
I started writing this post yesterday afternoon as my husband was having an afternoon nap and I had some time on my hands, and wanted to share with you what we had done thus far. So I wrote and wrote and added photos and remarks and generally enjoyed myself, and had almost finished, when everything […]Read Post ›
This morning we had a lovely lie in. I got up at eight. Eight!!! I had a shower using all the lovely gels and cosmetics the hotel had provided and then we went down to breakfast. I was starving. The breakfast room was probably one of the most elegant I have seen in a hotel. […]Read Post ›
Our first day in Rome was already a hundred times better than the last time we were here about seven or eight years ago. That time was in November, and good only for the new spectacle frames I bought. Hoping for more frames this time too, but not that important. Anyway we flew in at […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 