Monthly Archives: September 2015

It’ll all end in lawnmowers

Posted on September 22, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

‘I’m sorry,’ says the nice man, as he charges me £60 for a few minutes’ work. To be honest, it was worth it. Not least because it was all my fault. You see, I’ve been a bit irascible the last … Continue reading →

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Happy and sad and Caitlin Moran

Posted on September 19, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

1. Happy She’s done something terrific, Caitlin Moran – well, with a few other high-profile people. The campaign #helpiscoming is raising money for Save the Children. That’s fantastic. Ms Moran mentions, in her column in today’s Times magazine (behind a … Continue reading →

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Blood on the wall, guts on the floor – ah, the wonder of nature

Posted on September 18, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

It’s that time of year – again. Funny how the seasons keep on coming around, but it’s always a bit of a surprise when you notice. When I notice, I mean. The last few mornings, mist has hung like a … Continue reading →

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The helpless, the hopeless, the despondent

Posted on September 11, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

I reached out my hand for the bin bag only to realise it was a baby in a car seat. In a rare fit of practical action I was helping sort donations for ‘migrants’ in the Calais ‘Jungle’ encampment. The … Continue reading →

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