Battle Royal

You do you, America

We in Europe have much to thank America for, but it is time to realise just how different we are. It is perhaps time to give each other a peck on the cheek, a tight hug, and then go our separate ways.

Reasons to be cheerful!

Hell in a handbasket? I am not convinced, darling. I think that there are many reasons for optimism even in this current era of madness. A decade of rage, indeed, but anger can't last forever.

War jitters

My darling friend Margot, knowing of my geopolitics obsession, messaged me to ask what on earth is going on in Iran and how will it all end. Here is my reply.

From space taker to space maker

I love talking. Talking is my only real skill. I like to use my voice to help people, but a recent conversation with my sister made me realise that giving people space with my silence is sometimes far more helpful. I vow to (occasionally) shush.

Battle Royal

I was immensely overweight in my twenties. I am not now; some would say I am a tad dashing. But to lose the weight, and keep the weight off, I had to be incredibly brave, and go to battle against a battalion of memories and traumas. So, not even a wild storm could stop me walking to the gym last week, especially when one was joined by Queen Mary.