Diary of a Goldfish

The tedious thing about the British and the weather is when you find yourself a moment of great joy, tension or sadness and you find yoursel...

I've not gone quiet because I am particularly unwell, I just seem to have slowed right down. Or perhaps it is you lot who have sped up....

The house martin nest built in the apex of our roof collapsed today under the weight of the chubby little house martin chicks. It is as yet...

This is a portrait of my friend Vic, whose thirtieth birthday we've been at this weekend. She is the first person I have painted who is...

We've got a rose in our garden. I had noticed the beginnings of a bush but I don't think it flowered last year. It is a big fat go...

Whilst I've been writing all about privilege, the government have been talking about the new Equality Bill , which is suring up age-disc...

When Alexander was born, I made a promise to myself not to mourn for the auntihood I might have had. Even saying that sounds melodramatic,...