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All Things Bright and Bee-utiful

So, what did you do in your summer holidays?    I rescued 217 bees. I was going to add “from a fate worse than death” but actually, no: just from death. Which seems bad enough, really; considering all the problems the poor things are facing these days.    I saved them in Britain. From my mother-in-law’s pool, where dozens ditched after their internal GPS’s went on the fritz (“Turn around where possible!”), and where they faced either drowning or poaching,…


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The PM's Pantsuits

Rarely do I talk politics in this column (apart from the family kind, obviously). I may feel like having a rant about something, or someone, in January, when I’m flailing about for ideas. But will it (or they) still be…


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Inconvenient Truths of Convenience

If you had told me 30 years ago that in the future my big shop would be delivered every Friday afternoon, between 5:30 p.m. and 6:30 p.m., by a man called Barnaby, driving something called “Cabbage Van,” I would have…


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Give Peas a Chance

MY SON HAS GONE over to the dark side. The dark green, leafy side. Yes, he’s become a vegetarian.He announced this momentous news on New Year’s Day—about ten minutes before we were due to tuck into a standing rib roast,…


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Walkies!

Dog walks come in three flavours. The good. The bad. And the ugly.Pretty much all my walks before I moved to this country were, I realise belatedly, of the first variety. Strolling through the Botanical Gardens at sunset, our German…

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That's Life! Hip-hip Hair-ay!

  Beards are big at the moment in the UK. I don’t mean big and bushy (although certainly some of them are). I mean big news. When I first started work in London, they were banned in our office. Not…