What are your favourite cultural places in London like Dennis Sever’s house or Apsley House that are surprisingly lovely and a bit obscure. (Not, like, the V&A. The best-kept secrets.)
She was forty but could have passed for a year younger with soft lipstick and some gentle mascara. Her dress clung to the curves of her bosom which was cupped by her bra that was under it, but over the breasts that were naked inside her clothes. She had a personality and eyes.
I went to the Sargent exhibition at the Tate yesterday. No wonder women loved being painted by him; he made them look like people with active inner lives.
My father died this morning. He was born in 1926 and died a year and four days after my mother. He was a wonderful, kind, funny man and we loved him very much.
All the
#hometovote
celebrating feels like a response to all the silent, secret journeys that went the other way. Whatever the outcome of the referendum, the silence is broken.
Remember, you don't have to write a children's book just because you're famous. You can say no thank you, I'm not a writer and I wouldn't be any good at it. No one will mind.
I've just seen among all the other bad news for the arts in Birmingham that the council is closing 25 out of 36 libraries - genuine cultural vandalism. Libraries are one of the few community resources left in the UK: they offer incalculable support and value.
A first for me is being blocked (without any recent interaction) by someone who is annoyed by my husband. Listen, we’re all annoyed by him. Some of us have to live with him.
My children have set up a court for their toys and are conducting a pretty effective arson trial. Chewbacca is in the dock and a small nervous reindeer is currently giving evidence. They've even made a witness box.
31 January 1933 | A Dutch Jewish boy, Marcus van Thijn, was born in Zaandam.
In August 1943 he was deported to
#Auschwitz
together with his parents Levi and Leentje. None of them survived.
Why writing a book takes so long: you're describing someone putting on a seatbelt and realise you don't know the words for the bit the metal bit goes in, or the name of the metal bit. You spend five minutes looking them up. It turns out one is the buckle, the other the tongue.
Amazing day for home schooling: no one finished anything and I coloured in a poster about volcanoes because the 11 year old wouldn’t. My maths is coming on but my poetry remains trite and disappointing.
Some time when I'm less traumatised I'll describe the moment my husband picked up the about-to-vomit cat to transfer him to a wipeable surface (instead of carpet), moved too slowly, and ended up waving him around like a cat hose, spraying vomit just about everywhere.
Just been at a birds of prey display that began with the handler saying, ‘I don’t know why I’m doing this; she’s not fully trained’ and ended thirty seconds later when his eagle flew away.
I'm in a weird row with people who don't think children on benefits should be allowed television. In low-income homes a TV is a window on a different world. It's an escape, an education, a cinema, a friend.
It makes me sad that there's so little kindness about these days.
If you look at this picture and think ‘yes, I’d like a dog like that’, know that at 4am he was pirouetting on the bedroom carpet, crapping as he spun. It looked like a summoning circle for a diarrhoea demon when he was finished.
While I tweeted about my lost earring, my husband
a) disembowelled the hoover bag
b) checked the washing machine filter
c) crawled the length and breadth of the flat with a torch
d) found it
The seven year old got out of bed this morning and came to find me. 'The reason I like Roald Dahl,' he announced instead of good morning, 'is because every word is NECESSARY.'
If you're writing for children, start there.
The 13 year old is leaving for school while being berated/herded by his father.
Me: it’s different when I’m the one making sure you’re ready for school, isn’t it?
13: yes, it’s like being gently hurried by an ineffectual cod.
I hope he’s late.
My mother died of a brain haemorrhage two years ago on Christmas Day, after a week in a coma. I like to think she was somewhere she loved during that time too. If you’ve lost someone, this might comfort you.
This is why we talk to our patients even when sedated. Why they get their hand held, hair sorted, music on. We look after people, not numbers. This is quite a thing to watch.
The facts:
Felix came in almost completely dry after the ninety-minute thunderstorm this morning.
Two nights ago a teenage girl greeted him warmly in the street as ‘Bo’ and claimed ‘she’ was her cat. ‘Bo’ looked shifty.
All cats have a back-up home in case of emergency.
Judi Dench was on Graham Norton last night to push her new book about her life and work with Shakespeare. After making the point we quote Shakespeare daily without knowing it, this happened:
I see there's a new adaptation of Persuasion when ALL OF GEORGETTE HEYER awaits, untouched. If you want swagger, top boots, dances, the threat of ruin, many-caped greatcoats, prime whips AND romance that will knock your socks off, TV people, she is right in front of you.
My son is 13 and I still can’t bear to read anything about baby sleep. He was awful. I cherish the memory of the time we left him with my very competent mother in law and when we got back they were both watching television. It’s the only time I’ve ever seen her look defeated.
I just asked my husband a research question to which the answer was 'that wouldn't happen' and a lengthy lecture on ethics in policing so my new thriller is five pages long; hope you enjoy it.
At home in Dublin, browsing the past. Here is a picture of me aged 17 or 18 when I was at peak cleverness. I hated this picture (which my mother framed) because I looked fat (?) and my jumper had pulled out of my skirt and looked untidy. Teenagers know everything and nothing.
The queen skipped events because getting dressed and walking onto a balcony at that age is *exhausting*. Many of you have never spent any time around a person in their late nineties. They are infinitely fragile.
When you have such a poor record of respecting other people’s property that you aren’t allowed upstairs unaccompanied and you know it, but you thought you’d give it a lash anyway.
My third cat, who my parents got as a tiny kitten, died yesterday. She never got over losing my mother; she was her familiar. Nineteen years of elegant affection.
Thrilled to announce that
#TheKillingKind
, a new six-part drama based on
@JaneCaseyAuthor
's best selling novel of the same is to start shooting next year!
Co-adapted by
@zarhayes
who serves as lead Director, with Zara and Jane also Exec Producing!
I went to
@Waterstones
today and bought four books and the lovely bookseller said, ‘this should keep you going until Christmas’ and she does not know me at alllllllllll.
6 year old: When can we watch Black Widow’s film?
Me: She doesn’t have a film of her own.
8 year old: But Iron Man has three. So does Thor.
6 y o: And she’s so cool!
Me: AT LAST THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO TALK TO YOU BOYS ABOUT PATRIARCHAL BULLSHIT LISTEN UP
Me: What would you do if you escaped from Wandsworth Prison? Where would you go?
Husband: home, probably. It’s only down the road.
And this is why he isn’t really a help with plotting my books.
If you’re a celebrity author and you want to be seen as an author who is a celebrity, use your profile to talk about other writers whose books you love. Show you care about a) your genre b) your readers c) authors who don’t have your opportunities, instead of being defensive.
When you were a good boy on your whole walk except for that one time you ran into the middle of a birthday picnic that three super-polite, hijab-wearing teenage girls were having in the local park.
My husband has managed to incorporate both a spreadsheet and a complicated numbering system into our present-wrapping so yes, I suppose you would know he was a lawyer without needing to ask.
-Nothing happened. Police didn’t attend.
-These officers did, in these cars.
-Ok but they found nothing happened.
-Here’s a recording though.
-How DARE you make a recording.
-Because we knew you’d say nothing happened.
-You’re the problem here. Just think about what you did.
The last time I was at the cinema the girl next to me was commenting on the film to her friends at full volume. After a couple of minutes I said, ‘do you know everyone in the cinema can hear you?’ in my mother’s freezing-disapproval voice. Silence ensued. But she was shocked!
Saw Oppenheimer last night in one of the worst behaved crowds I've ever been in, multiple camera flashes throughout, people in front of us scrolling TikTok half way thru the film ... If you don't have the attention span for a 3 hour movie don't leave the house to attend one
I love it when people get excited by literary novels ‘with the pace of a thriller’.
If only there was a genre that combined good writing with the pace of a thriller. 🧐
Your annual reminder that little birds (eg sparrows) depend on aphids to feed their chicks when they are very young and sitting in the garden reading a book instead of spraying your roses is a perfectly valid way to spend a Sunday.
Today is my parents’ 51st wedding anniversary. They were engaged a couple of months after they met and married six weeks after that and when she died he wasn’t happy for a single moment without her, until he joined her again a year later. Raising a glass to them today.
@MarcusStead
What if you don't have a car or bus fare and the only shop near you sells sanitary towels for £3+ and you need two packs/month? What if buying fruit and vegetables and porridge from there is prohibitively expensive? It's very middle-class to assume everyone can shop around.
I trapped the cat in the house so he couldn’t spend all night playing with the foxes and he made this face and now he’s nicked all the duvet. So which of us won, really.
A puppy who brought chaos to my yoga by biting me during shavasana to see if I was really dead.
@yogawithadriene
you need Benji to do a video for dogs!
I had a really terrible Christmas - the sort that you don't want to think about ever again - and
@acatfromgreece
kept the show on the road magnificently. And I'm not ready to talk about the awful part but I am very proud of him.
Haven’t seen my parents since January and can’t visit yet because Ireland quite rightly requires a two week quarantine for visitors from England and so many people DIED and the government is handling it shamefully badly but they’re here grinning with pints. I feel such rage.
I’m reading a book in a series (not crime) and it pinpoints the exact moment when the author became too successful to pay any attention to edits. Everyone needs an editor. Everyone.
@mrnickharvey
A poet gave me an award when I was 18, and did a reading beforehand. My father slept throughout the reading. When the poet gave me my award he asked my father, very kindly, if he'd had a long drive to get there.
'No, no. We only live down the road.'
The poet was Seamus Heaney.
Fashion report from central London: everyone young is dressing like we did in the 90s in poorly fitting jeans, cropped shirts, goth shit and weird fabrics. What you need to understand is that we only saw pictures MONTHS later. We didn’t know how we looked.