I haven't written anything on this blog in years. This, I write for my Baba. But where do I start? I don’t know how to neatly pack into ...

They said it was going to be sunny and warm - in April that's not to be taken lightly in this country. So on Friday, we looked up some...

A few days ago, Chotto-ma and I were talking about stuff like we do, and I said something about a person being 'mature'. We m...

Our end-of-the-year was going to be nothing much. We were expecting to be at home looking out at fairly grey weather through Christmas and ...

Our Christmas shopping is always simple. We gift each other books. We usually go to the local bookshop together, and choose for each othe...

Autumn in Cambridge is like a Monet gone mad. Trees and earth and river move around you, and through you, in swirls. You walk...

We have a ritual. Whenever we travel, we bring back a postcard on which the little girl writes a few words to go with the picture on the ot...