Guilty Pleasure

Guilty Pleasure

I have just handed my baby to a stranger, given her one last forlorn wave, and driven away in my car. On the drive, my body heaves with deep, racking sobs as though she were lost to me forever.  I am, in fact, going back to fetch her at 5pm. And the stranger is...
London: a love letter

London: a love letter

It happened. So help me, it happened. I appear to have moved to Devon by mistake. Just twelve short months after I had what I thought was a speculative discussion about packing up our lives in London and moving to the depths of the countryside, we have taken the final...