I am not a patient man. But I am quite capable of mistaking idleness for patience. It’s a clever trick. The mark of my last year has often been to do nothing and to think I’m patiently biding my time whereas in fact, I’m just impatiently and fretfully getting nothing done, hoping things will get …
I drove across South London with my son Silas last night. I did not distinguish myself on the journey. Before we had got through Brixton it had become apparent to me that everyone else out driving that evening was an idiot; was thoughtless; was incompetent; was to be derided. I’m a terrible judge and cars …
Spring is here. We renew, we refresh, we clean, and we recycle. I have to say that I find recycling a bit of a pain. It’s complicated and our house is full of boxes and bins. In theory, food waste goes in one and other organic waste in a second. Glass, tins, paper and card …