'I don’t understand what this child of mine eats. How is there no corn meal, no sweetened condensed milk, nutmeg and things like that.' I woke to the most clawing hunger pain, not helped by the scent of nostalgia coming from the kitchen. The smell of Christmas morning's saltfish. Somewhere downstairs, the original 'Mary's Boy Child is in competition with my Aunty Shelly's singing and the pattering of pots and pans. I eased myself upright. David wasn’t in the bed. Instead a g

You know, I have always wanted to do a Christmas market. Nuremberg, Salzburg, Bruges, all of those swing to mind. Never have I thought Bath. Yet here we are. Google 'best Christmas markets UK' and there Bath is, proudly celebrating its 25th year. And as one stallholder said, if Bath is my first Christmas market, I’ve peaked . He should know. They have a stall there too. Now, it helps that we’ve got boots on the ground. Our starting point already decided: the top of Milsom Str

Some call it dancing, but for me, it's sweet relief. And knowing what a couple of hours of this weekly routine does makes the name prosaic. But let me take you back. I didn't always dance. Well, not like this. Sure, I'd done any number of two steps on a dancehall's floor and around the kitchen, with a broom. On the other hand, my daughters have taken any number of tap, ballet, Latin and commercial dance classes from the moment they could. We'd spent enough money on dance less