A palpable sense of excitement ensued when I realised a visit to the car dealership was required. Not an emergency, you understand, just...

Observant readers will already have clocked my love of that great British institution, the cup of tea. Such was the dedication to my art...

“Are you leading or am I?” asked the Killing Eve finale. Having watched it, we were none the wiser. Don’t be offended BBC, we love you...

Racehorses; designed for speed, agility and their innate desire to pip colleagues at the post. Correct? Not always the case. The aptly...

In just a couple of months, a plethora of new expressions have entered the nation’s lexicon. ‘Social distancing,’ ‘the new normal,’ ‘key...

Olfactory obsession has taken over. Ping; the phone alerts us to a newsflash. Ping; the doorbell signals arrival of a package. Ping One,...

Covid-19 is an appropriate moniker for an affliction warranting that number of daily handwashes. I swear my digits are now twenty years...

Stop. There’s a pandemic on the loose and it’s sweeping the nation. Yes, yes, I know about THAT pandemic, but possibly there’s another...

Along with most aspects of current life, the parent/child rule book has been turned on its head. In a bid to rein-back a modicum of...

The window cleaner arrived this week. “Hiya!” chirped Willie. “Hello!” I replied, subtly lengthening the ‘o’, inferring a question, not a...

As a child, I was transfixed by the daring television adventures of ‘Challenge Anneka’. From my humble viewpoint, her swashbuckling...

Recently, I’ve begun to resist the charms of Downing Street’s daily presser. Nothing personal, you understand, Messers Sunak, Hancock,...

Stay at home; Protect the NHS; Save lives. A mandarin’s mantra, with which we have all become so familiar. For our part, it’s been...

Displacement activity is defined as: “an animal or human activity that seems inappropriate, such as head-scratching when confused,...

One of the few recent bright-spots has been the diverse contact with friends. While not on social media, my ‘normal’ communication...

Amid the current frenzy of online yoga classes; book clubs with anonymous cohorts and self-help sessions from enthusiastic professionals,...

For many years, my fridge sported a magnet, whose message was not entirely in jest. “Stop me, before I become my mother,” it wailed. In...