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Complement
The other day, after my husband had washed the dinner dishes, I returned to the kitchen and discovered everything was clean and tidy except for the sink. A pile of rice from
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Waiting and Creating
“If art doesn’t make us better,” Alice Walker said, “what on earth is it for?” I found these words in Claire Cook’s book, Life Glows On. My sister, Barbie, gave me this
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The Biscuit
The man drops his hard-backed novel onto the table next to ours, unzips his jacket and pulls out his arms. Noticing his inside-out shirt, he strides with legs slightly wide to the
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Our Two Weddings
Many years ago, on a wet Friday afternoon, I waited with several other white-dressed brides in the foyer of a registry office, for the moment when a few words and a legal
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Who Cares?
My husband Andy and I are sitting on our old wooden chairs on opposite sides of the wobbly table in our front garden. Our eyes are following the bees which are buzzing
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Pause, Picnic, Pray
I’m driving alone, on my way home from town, early in the day. As I pass through the rock cutting tunnel on the narrow road that winds into our village, I plan
Out of Bounds
When I emerge from the cafe holding two coffee cups, I discover my husband Andy standing on his regulation isolation spot, chatting to a socially distant mother and her three young children.
