If We Can Language it, We Can Have it!

In the busy shopping mall at the weekend there was a child, a little boy about three years old, screaming his head off. It wasn’t a hungry or tired cry, it was a fearful cry, and it set me wondering what was wrong. He was with his parents, so he wasn’t lost, but what struckContinue reading “If We Can Language it, We Can Have it!”

The Peripatetic Carrot

I first realised that I might be menopausal when I found myself yelling at the telly. Normally, that wouldn’t be too unusual, but on this occasion I wasn’t even in the same room. I was cooking dinner in the kitchen and heard the poisoned troll-like tones of a journalist I have a particular distaste for,Continue reading “The Peripatetic Carrot”