Mirror, Mirror…
I am an incurable collector. Shells on the beach. Old shoes. Gourds. Bird’s nests. Beads. Broken glass. Barbie dolls. Feathers. Wisteria seeds. Pottery shards from a wrecked ship. A porcelain doll from a flea market. And what do I do with my treasures? Mostly I make...A Dog’s Life (2)
Is the dog happy? I asked my husband this the other morning. He spluttered over his muesli and suggested I worry about Syria and IS and asylum seekers–which I do worry about all the time because I am probably the world’s best worrier–which is why I was...A Dog’s Life (1)
A few days ago, a friend lost her beloved dog, Charlie, who was bitten by a snake and died within minutes. Her family are devastated. They had rescued Charlie from a horrible life and she became a trusting and devoted girl who followed my friend around like a grateful...
“Whatever may be their use in civilized societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action.”
Virginia Woolf; A Room of One’s Own