Home Alone

This piece first appeared a year ago, a guest post for an American audience. It belongs to the Pensionista collection as a mini-manifesto and also as a basis for a later feature on the lockdown experience of 2020  - and the coronavirus outbreak still running its course. Close the front door behind me, then turn… Continue reading Home Alone

Washing-Up

He broke as many plates as he took a mop to, chipped most cups he encountered -  but it was the pots and pans than really insulted his masculinity.  Even the toughest of them had their surfaces scraped, leaving grooves in the non-stick or copper bottoms. No glassware was safe in his company.  I blamed… Continue reading Washing-Up