A Disorderly Retirement
It has struck me before that I might be turning into my mother. I think I could write a whole novel on this subject, or perhaps a trilogy, but I’ll try to be succinct. My mother is admirable in many ways, but she has her faults and I can’t imagine there are many children over…
Last week I was fully immersed. No, I haven’t been baptised. It’s my brain that’s been immersed. First, I went to see Moonage Daydream, the latest documentary about David Bowie, and I’m still reeling from the impact. The music, the images, the chaos, the peace, the noise, the words, the lights, the movement, the calm…
The standard advice given to people who move somewhere new is to throw themselves into local life. You’re supposed to join things, volunteer and generally get involved. I have interpreted this advice quite narrowly and am seeking out all local activities that are food related. I went to three markets last week alone. In addition…