A wet, windy Bank Holiday Monday and it feels like summer is over. My husband and son are out windsurfing (they figured that the lashing rain couldn’t possibly make them any wetter), my daughter’s at the Notting Hill Carnival and I’m settling down with a new book – I Can’t Begin to Tell You by Elizabeth Buchan, to be precise. I love the promise of the autumn but I’m sad that ...keep reading
I’m sure it isn’t normal to be sitting at my desk in coat, scarf and my favourite Brora fingerless gloves. But with Arctic-like temperatures and the windows of our Victorian house rattling alarmingly, it’s the only way to keep warm. The ancient radiators come on at four pm but they are fighting a losing battle. To put it bluntly they don’t heat the place up at all. Up until now ...keep reading