Damnit. I mean honestly. Just damnit. This is the second time in as many weeks. One more such episode and you can call me obsessed;...

Everyone has their thinking space: the bath, the shower, the treadmill after work. Voltaire had his bed, Dylan Thomas his shed – and I a...

“Thanks for the warning,” came the text from Danby this morning. The message displayed his characteristic linguistic athleticism: lean,...

The kerfuffle in the kitchen has calmed down since I (at last) remembered the old adage about too many cooks spoiling the broth. And...

At 6 am Mr Goonetilleke the Younger’s workers were already busy tapping the rubber; and as I shot past them, four dogs on a single lead,...

The owl’s hoot kicked it all off. It was 5.49 am and it rang out, sonorous, low, loud but not noisy. Mellow. Rather beautiful. Almost...

The French condition, “la petit mort” hung in my head as I woke up this morning, for there was a moment, as there is almost every day,...

After days and days of heady sunshine, the rain falls. As ever, spectacular. Within minutes of the monsoon deluge starting, the lawns...

Once, when people still had time for, or a belief in things other than shopping or raw survival, Sundays were special. There was getting...

H.R. Managers are in their happiest pace when discussing either redundancy terms or the compensation package that will tempt you to leap...

There’s something very special - in that most ordinary of ways - about walking the dog; or dogs, in my case. It’s taken a few years to...