From Barking to Baking

This morning, I sat at my desk, in my office at home printing like a wild woman. Pages of inspiration for today's Coming Home session. E...

Presenting my passport at reception to verify who I was, the lady on the desk waxed lyrical about her holiday plans - she's off on her j...

Sometimes a blog of mine will write itself. My fingers will hit the keyboard, moments pass, and I've pressed publish. I'll spend the...

Yesterday, the greatest questions ahead were : what car shall we take and what cheese should we buy? Middle class problems, I know. As a sma...

  The Baird Review makes for dismal reading, in that, none of it's content is surprising but merely a reminder that the powers that be i...

Trigger Warning : Self harm / suicide  I don't know which I'm more angered by this morning. The Manchester Evening News reporting on...

I don't trust the police. I don't like them and I don't trust them. This is an in-built defence mechanism from a childhood Fran ...