• Mint Wars, Mystery Romance, and the Sibling Sick Bay

    25th January 2011  Today, I finally conquered the allotments. The last section put up quite the fight, completely overrun with mint that behaves like couch grass, only more devious. Look at it the wrong way and it snaps, leaving its roots lurking underground, plotting revenge. I think I’ve dug most of it out, but I… Continue Reading

  • Settling Down, Scraping Walls, and Surviving Sociology

    16th January 2011  At long last, life appears to be calming down. The Rothwells (Charlotte & Suraj) are now firmly ensconced, and the house is slowly being arranged to their exacting standards. Shelves have been erected, pictures are hanging proudly on the walls, and the furniture is in place, though it took three of us,… Continue Reading

  • Goodbye 2010, Don’t Let the Door Hit You on the Way Out

    31st December 2010 As the title suggests, this is the final blog of 2010, a year which has tested patience, health, bank balances, and, occasionally, sanity. Here’s where we all are presently: Me: Sat in the study, hiding, enjoying a rare moment of peace.Sue: In the kitchen, stoically tackling the washing-up.Nan: Parked comfortably in the… Continue Reading

  • Deposits, Drains and Domestic Dramas

    28th November 2010 Since returning from the Azores, I don’t seem to have spent more than five minutes at home, and even then, it’s usually been to feed Millie the cat, put the kettle on, and collapse with exhaustion. Jamie is on the brink of moving into an apartment conveniently close to the railway station,… Continue Reading

  • From Allotment Peasant to Landed Gentry

    26th September 2010 I am now, it seems, something of a land baron. Imagine my surprise when, just a week before flying to see my stepbrother David in Bulgaria, a letter from the Council dropped through the letterbox announcing that I had been granted an allotment. I cycled over for a look and found it… Continue Reading

  • Rain, Responsibility, and Rows of Beetroot

    15th August 2010 As the title suggests, our great British weather is living up to its soggy reputation. As a child, I remember long, hot, sunny days that seemed endless. I’d lie in fields of daisies, buttercups, and cowslips, watch poppies ripple across cornfields, and see farmers harvesting under a sky of unbroken blue. I’d… Continue Reading