Last week was the wedding of two of my closest friends.
Until last Sunday, I had never been blackberry picking. It was inevitable, then, perhaps that I managed to get caught on brambles no fewer than four times during our excursion. But I emerged physically and figuratively victorious, with stained fingers, and overflowing tupperware. After two… Read More
Almost six years ago to the day, I completed my graduate diploma in law. A month later, I secured pupillage at a fantastic set of chambers, and prepared myself for a lifetime of criminal law. I was absolutely certain that I wanted to be a… Read More
In Alice Through The Looking Glass, the White Queen offers Alice ‘jam tomorrow’: ‘It’s very good jam,’ said the Queen. ‘Well, I don’t want any TO-DAY, at any rate.’ ‘You couldn’t have it if you DID want it,’ the Queen said. ‘The rule is, jam… Read More
January has been hard this year. January is always hard, I suppose. But this year felt more brutal, more raw than previous ones. Perhaps that is always the case. But now January is over. And I am celebrating with scotch pancakes.
I accidentally created the best strawberry jam in the history of the world by misreading the recipe.
My Mother died in February last year. She was a lioness, and my best friend. She drove me up the wall, and I adored her. Once I’d delivered the eulogy, and dealt with the myriad of legal and financial admin that goes hand-in-hand with life and… Read More