Yes, you read correctly I actually made a quilt. In real life (as the boys used to say, when they were small and cute and still did as I asked them too). We’re on our last week of exams: A levels, GCSEs and end of year … all three boys are at it. It’s not …

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Believe it or not, my old quest of ’48 years of books’ is still going on; I had to put it on the back burner because of all the other college reading I had to do, but I’m determined to finish it before I turn 50 even though it’s now… ‘the 49 years of books …

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It’s not about the burka, edited by Mariam Khan. The last of the non-fiction read for a while. I bought this on a whim, intrigued by the title, and frankly pushed by the fact that my ignorance when it come to Muslim and especially Muslim women is pretty deep. AND, I repeat, it’s not good …

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When at the Hay Festival last Saturday, Max Porter mentioned Emily Dickinson as one of his favourites – among others I can’t remember because I was too awe-struck by his magic with words to have coherent thoughts. It happened that I have one of her poems on my wall, downstairs in my study, above the …

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