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How beautiful the faded things can be

At present, the glorious flowering of my rosebushes is coming to an end. Where just a week ago the roses were pert and full, now they droop and fade, petals falling like gentle snow to collect on the ground below them. My mock orange is the same; the boughs are no longer quite as heavy …

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I’m real, they’re not – I think.

“Damn him!” I slam the table so hard my hand hurts. “How can he do that? Bloody idiot of a man!” I go on, muttering a number of creative expletives before returning to my editing. “You wrote that,” my husband protests mildly from his side of the table. “And will you stop whacking at the …

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The day of the cockroach will come

We are a cosmically inclined family. My husband has a thing about constellations, two of our children have an intense relationship with the sun (one tans, the other doesn’t, no matter the number of hours invested in lying in the garden) and one has kept us on our toes for years with questions along the …

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When I was a child, I spake like a child…

When I was a child, I was seriously angry at my parents for being something as boring as Swedish. Why couldn’t they be Norsemen, Turks, English, or joy of joys, Scottish? (Okay; so I had a major hang up on Robert Bruce from a very early age. Put it down to an enthusiastic history teacher.) …

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