For the past few days, I’ve been admiring kangaroos. This is because I’ve been alone in my house, on crutches after surgery on my left foot, where three bones were cut and spliced and plated and screwed. The OR looked like McIrish’s workshop, I swear. I can sort of weight-bear on my heel, but I’m really good at crutches, thanks to a lifetime of clumsiness. This is my fifth or sixth time needing crutches. So on the second day, I told McIrish he could go to the Cape, where he’s

Or "Kveðjur frá Íslandi," as they say (and as I can't pronounce). The Princess and I went to Iceland for six days recently, and I thought...

Seriously, Higgins? Another story about your feet?   Yes, dear readers. Yes.   I turned sixty this year, and despite all commands not to...

A few months ago, an old friend came to stay with us for a couple of nights. She loved the bed in the guest room and said she woke up...