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I do get cross about righteous indignation. Journalists judging MPs’ morality? Don’t make me laugh. I’ve been a journalist off and on for years and while I myself am a good and deserving person who is kind to animals (apart from cats, which are bastards) I wouldn’t trust many of my colleagues to run a […]

Well, they bred them tough, the children of the 1930s. I suppose when you’ve had to fight for every single tiny thing you’ve ever had – education, food, work, health, even freedom –  you bloody well fight for life, too. If it had been anybody else lying in bed with pneumonia at a frail 86 […]

I’VE been at my sick father’s house, listening anxiously to his ragged breathing, not really knowing quite what to do for the best – much as he must have listened anxiously to my ragged baby breathing, not knowing quite what to do for the best. So the role reversal is now complete. I bundled his […]

LAST night, I did something I haven’t done for a very long time. I went to bed with, well, with a hot water bottle. I’m not ashamed. The bitter wind was howling, and I am banished these days to my lair at the top of the house, where my cosy bed lurks in the corner […]