Monday, May 27, 2013
The murder of Drummer Lee Rigby has cast a pall of sadness across the nation.
Whereas every person with an ounce of humanity has expressed utter disgust at the act, including the leaders of all the major British Muslim groups, other more sinister forces are already exploiting it. There’s evidence that far-right organisations are using the murder to provoke racially motivated unrest and an anti-Muslim backlash.
Monday, May 20, 2013
It was well past 1am when we heard the kerfuffle. There was a patter of little feet, and a lot of giggling and shushing. Then a thump and more shushing.
I crept onto the landing. The light was on in Izzy’s room, so I silently pushed the door ajar and peeked inside.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Jo nudged me awake. “Are you awake?” she whispered.
“I’ve been awake for the past five days,” I growled. Another hour of sleeplessness wasn’t going to make any difference.
Next door we could hear Izzy singing. She makes up the lyrics as she goes along. She’s singing about mermaids on sunny beaches and Truffle our dog marrying Boots, the monkey from Dora the Explorer.
It’s 4am. Five days after our return from Los Angeles, Izzy still has jetlag. As a result, so do we.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
|Happiness is a warm beach|
Our American friends laugh when I describe the Pacific Ocean as the sea. They scoff when I mispronounce their streets: Sunset Boo-le-vard, rather than buller-vard. I even mispronounce their city: Los Angelees, to rhyme with peas.
“It’s Los Angeliss, to rhyme with hiss,” says Jo.