Like a Grown Up

“This is quite grown up, isn’t it?” commented Ness on Friday, as we stood in the bleak corridor of Self Storage while the two Nice Young Men walked to and fro from the van to the storage unit, carting Granny’s Dresser, Granny’s fold-up camper mattress, and the bed frame that we’d proudly taken apart ourselves…

A few little things that have brought joy to my week

  Coming downstairs and finding a typically unexpected pot of food on the kitchen side with a note from one of my housemates: ‘Random Pakistani pudding (contains nuts). Please eat some!’   Bumping into a young African refugee who, in the three years I’ve known him, has changed from an insecure and anxious teenager into a…

Cowley Road

  We sauntered down Cowley Road, full of Rice Box noodles and spicy spare ribs, to enjoy the milder, lighter evening and see who we’d bump into. I hadn’t realised there were so many Indians in Oxford. At any rate, most of them were out last night, euphorically celebrating their World Cup win. From groups…