I recently found this ancient pad of letter writing paper, faded and partially used, and just touching it brought on a plethora of memories. Hardly anyone writes letters anymore, so they don’t know the exquisite tactile pleasure of heavy ridged paper, with uneven deckled edges, to be taken out of the pad carefully, corner by […]Read Post ›

A seasonal offering.  Many years ago, not long after we were married,  we decided to have a party on Valentine’s Day. Not because of Saint Valentine but for my husband’s birthday. It was Saturday 14th  February and his birthday was the next day.  In those days I still felt that you had to provide food […]Read Post ›

A few weeks ago I had laryngitis and lost my voice completely for a few days. Obviously I couldn’t go to work but unfortunately I couldn’t do much else. I felt rotten and isolated and powerless. I couldn’t pick up the phone and talk to anyone and when on the third day I tried to […]Read Post ›

Written In 1969Spot the spelling mistakes. I’ve put this in because it shows such a different way of life. Who remembers Marjorie Proops?

Arcadia. The countryside. Horses. Pink. Wooden barns. None of these symbols of joy have ever had much meaning for me. Yet this is one of my most treasured objects. It came as part of a large tea and coffee service most of which I still have, but this teapot is what I have used the […]Read Post ›