Bats.

As time slips through our fingers it becomes easy for old friendships, as comfortable and reassuring as favourite pants, to recede into the distance. I tell people how closely knit my circle of friends from college still are but the truth is that we snatch occasional meetings maybe twice a year. On one of our gatherings, some four years […]

French Leave.

  We are not a family for planning, as is evidenced by the 15 month gap between the births of our children. And we are very much of the “Go now, fuck it up en route” school of thought when it comes to holidays. This particular year was no different from any other. We had […]