‘There is something sad about a music box…’

My friend – who is in her seventies – came across a music box as she searched for things in her house to entertain our children. My friend thought it was the quality of the music that made her sad. Gentle music: played by metal pins plucking a comb as you turn the handle. You almost need to hold your breath while it plays; so … Continue reading ‘There is something sad about a music box…’

The Past Is a Different Country

We inhabit a world of screens. When I watch my daughter’s half-hour swimming lessons from the gallery of our local pool, I am surrounded by very small children clutching tablets or iPhones – waiting while their older siblings swim – each absorbed in their own separate, bright flashing world. I understand that the swimming pool is a dull hot place to be stuck – sitting … Continue reading The Past Is a Different Country