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Getting Old

My mother on her wedding day. Weirdly, she had written 6/6/31 under the photo. Weird, because I born on 6/6/32. And she died on 6/6/93. Circumstances compelled Lady Arabella Cunningham Smythe to start taking interest in life, instead of trying … Continue reading

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Cobwebwalking and Harriet

Harriet is my first cousin. When I was a teenager and she a toddler I became her mother’s au pair for a while. They lived in London. I would take Harriet in her pram to Kensington Gardens, then hold her … Continue reading

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Whole Rye Sour Dough Bread

I teach creative writing and help people who are working on novels. I explain that there is an enormous amount of editing to be done after the first draft is finished. To illustrate this I counted the number of times I went back … Continue reading

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The Listening Project

Today at ten to one a conversation between me and my husband Ranjit is being aired on the Radio 4 Listening Project. Trevor Mostyn, my brother, recorded our conversation months ago and I had long since thought it had been … Continue reading

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Words

I have always longed to invent a word so rude that parents would tell their children ‘Wash your mouth out with soap.’ And ‘You’ll get a good smack if  I ever hear you say it again.’ I adore the thought that … Continue reading

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Fathers.

During the second world war children were invited to the BBC to talk to their fathers fighting overseas. The programme was called ‘Hello Daddy.’ The photo is my brother Jeremy and me talking to Daddy, who was serving in Africa. … Continue reading

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How to make dahi.

The wedding pictured here is mine, not Jayanthi Mandels. And dahi was not served because our reception was given by Ranjit’s manager’s wife, Eunice Milne, who was not Indian. Thank you, dear Eunice and Donald. We shall never forget you. Their … Continue reading

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