Yesterday (Monday morning) I found myself in a rather unusual, if very sad, situation. Without breaching any privacy, I had gone to be with a client, who’s wife, also a client, had just died. Not one hour beforehand. There were three police cars parked on the quiet cul de sac. Family members had started to... Continue Reading →
Exciting, Delicious, October
Greetings, dear reader, on a cold and blustery Sunday.Yesterday October tricked us into thinking summer was just around the corner and we, in turn, pottered in and out of the house in shorts and t-shirts, sunglasses a must to avoid the glare. Today? My hands are blue as I type, thick track-pants and hooded sweater... Continue Reading →
Simply London
Embankment, Monday Night, Live Jazz playing"Up to this time I have been crushed under a sense of the sheer magnitude of London ...The place sits on you, broods on you, stamps on you ..."Henry James, 1869Trafalgar Square, Blue Cock, London EyeLondon. A literary haven. A treasure trove if you can ignore the heat and the... Continue Reading →
Where I ponder if a Character in my Novel will have a Typewriter
Remington Model 5TTypewriters. What magnificent, intricate machines. My own love affair must have started with an old dusty Remington, a playtoy for me and Alisha when we were children. I wonder where it came from? Then there’s that scene in the movie ‘Annie’, with Grace Farrell (Daddy Warbucks' secretary), dancing in his busy office with... Continue Reading →


