Turning into my street yesterday evening after another stressed-out day, and there's a body sprawled across my path. At first look it's a pile of clothes, but no, there really is a human being inside.

Even in London, you don't just step over a body on your way home (*).

What to do...

Fair Warning: Opinion & Old-School Reflection

For the past few weeks between rewriting, I've been watching the antics of a group of motley trolls inhabiting some of the Amazon discussion forums. The bells, jingle caps and turned toe shoes really get me, every time. My special...

I think I'm being followed.

It's never happened before and has triggered palpitations on an unprecedented scale. I've also had to make an extra visit to the bottle bank.

By yesterday afternoon I was so jittery I wobbled my bike into Pru's gatepost on my way back from Tesco's. Only...

Someone asked me why this blog is titled ‘Boneland’.

There are several answers.

I’m sure I’m not the only writer who is fascinated by names. The names of things, and of people and places – how they were acquired, what they mean, and the many subtle resonances which make them appropriate.

The fourth thing I did this morning, after rolling out of bed, swallowing a couple of aspirin and reciting positive affirmations in front of the bathroom mirror, was stare long and hard at my navel.

When you get to my age, it's especially important to keep an eye on such things and,...

I suppose it came to me while I was walking the dogs. We have two of them, both lively and requiring a lot of exercise, so I spend a good deal of time out in the countryside around my home, in all weathers, alone with my spaniels and my thoughts. It’s actually when I’ve done a...