Julia of all Trades Master of None

 It’s been quite a week and I’ve not written a word about any of it. If you were sometime in the future looking back on this blog for source...

The front page of the Times is full of misunderstanding. This is not that unusual. From the lofty position at the top of the news building, ...

 Do we ever really see everything? Some things are too small to be seen with the naked eye. Most are too small for my naked eye. Thank goodn...

 The cheese is ready, the score sheet prepared and we are ready and we are off to Malmo. The only thing we are waiting for is the rest of th...

 I have a love-hate relationship with self help books. I've read them all. I can feel the fear and do it anyway, win friends and influen...

 Sometimes I write a blog to remove the splinters from my bum. If there's an issue that's doing the social media rounds and I find t...

 I’m reading too many miserable books. I’ve come to realise that absolutely nobody is happy. I mean, how very dare people write about happin...