Lavender – A Short Story

The first perfume has no bottle, no receipt or shopping basket. The very first perfume is made from crushed Lavender leaves, pulled from a neighbour’s front garden on a Saturday morning before the word ‘Lavender’ has even entered our vocabulary. We pull the leaves and the tiny, dusky-purple buds and hold them both in our… Continue reading Lavender – A Short Story

Chasing Away the Sunday Blues

The Sunday blues are very real. As if the 5:2 weekday to weekend ratio wasn’t insulting enough, a large proportion of Sunday is spent in this blue state. Not sky fluffy-cloud blue, but a darker blue like the colour of the Microsoft Teams icon on a Monday morning. In an attempt to not succumb to… Continue reading Chasing Away the Sunday Blues

Writing Letters, Writing Joy

Written words on paper feel special. A handwritten letter is a sequence of steps involving the two things that we crave most from those dear to us: time and thought. The writer has taken the time to fold into an armchair or rest their elbows upon a desk and to wrap fingers and thumb around… Continue reading Writing Letters, Writing Joy