Jill and the Pudding Doll

Do you remember honorary Aunty Jill, her dimples and stories? She is as engaging as a dinner party host who can’t remember your name and doesn’t want you to know… mind you Jill doesn’t forget much! I last met Jill on the train to the big smoke… “Oh darling, you’ll never guess where I’ve been!”, turns out she had spent the last hour on the roof of her house. She had lost a ‘pudding doll’,... Read More

Our Girl Jill

Last week I arose to a quiet house, no alarm, sun gently twinkling at the curtain corners. I stretched warm and comfortable in the knowledge I had plenty of time to attend to my ‘mind of its own’ hair before alighting the train, with dignity and aplomb for the journey to the big smoke. FUCK… a quick glance at the red menacing light on the bed-table told me alarm was long gone and the only time left needed to be devoted to panic.... Read More