So often I ponder, to blog or not? Today I thought not. So, I logged in to remove the link to the Domestic Executive Facebook page. Part of my defiant attempt to squeeze useless social media from my life, and save the souls of others too. And, here I am. Pondering, to... Amongst the jumble in my head is a crystal clear picture. It often pops up uninvited but mostly I call on it when I need to find light in what feels like a dark place in life. It looks something like this. I lean into the memory of Fortnum’s quizzical look. His... 
It doesn’t take much for the vivid memories of the Christchurch earthquake to come flooding back. Four years on, my body still floods with adrenalin when I least expect. The heavy rumbling of a bus passing a bookshop last week momentarily set me looking for... 
Aside from seemingly not getting the memo about having late starts over the holidays the bassets have slipped into long lazy summer days as if second nature. Their dawn chorus is a habit I’m longing to break especially as soon as they are up and had breakfast... If bad luck comes in threes, the we’ve had that squared in recent weeks. The first daffodils in the garden that heralded Spring were my symbolic start to more writing and photography. Yes, 1 September was the deadline to start of my new blogging rhythm but... 
