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Now that we have reached Stage One in the gradual relaxation of Lockdown Rules in England, I have allowed my extended daydreaming to run at full tilt…

To take it or not? This is the question that has spun through the minds of some people I know from the minute development was deemed…

My beautiful house, Summertown Villa, is now sold, and I am moving. As everyone who has moved knows—and who hasn’t? —this requires sorting, purging and packing

Yes. Happy New Year! 2021. No point saying that the trajectory assumed in 2020 (the Roaring ’20s) never saw the light of day, at least for now.

So the pandemic rages on, despite multiple vaccines just around the corner. Many of us are not bothered by wearing masks, washing hands…

It’s not my intention to serialize Mine, but perhaps just a wee bit more… because a few of you have asked.

PART ONE

Chapter One (continued)

Because some of you have asked for it, here it is: the opening to Mine.

Sophie Taylor loved the North, the Far North, the frozen silences…

It seems such a quiet September. There’s no rush—for work, for school, for supplies, for uniforms—at least for now. (Albeit, there is Zooming, and two novels

Social media, love it or leave it, it’s here to stay? Whether you agree or disagree—and I have one colleague who literally calls it “evil”…

I don’t usually sputter when moseying up to the monthly newsletter/blog, but this month is an exception. I’ve delayed. Can’t blame it on the weather—it’s been perfect; can’t censure Covid-19—lockdown is easing; can’t accuse time—learned a long time ago that it’s my responsibility to make that work. So what’s the issue?