Summer wasn’t meant to be this way. Summer was meant to be about feeling the sun on your face, lifting your chin to let it filter down your body, enveloping you in a cocoon of gold.
It’s National Novel Writing Month, or #NaNoWriMo to its friends and twitter followers. The challenge has been set – to write 50,000 words in the month of November. The equivalent to a novel, apparently.
Sometimes you meet someone and it feels like it was ‘meant to be’. Maybe you’ve admired them from afar before getting up the nerve to talk to them properly, and when you finally do you launch into a friendship that
More years ago than I care to remember I was seized by the impulse to buy a pair of roller boots. Inline skates were just emerging as the new big thing, but I wasn’t impressed – I wanted something more
“Open the door Emma, my key won’t bloody work…” “Em! I know you’re in there – c’mon, it’s pissing down out here!” “Jesus Christ woman, what is this?! I’ve just got off an eight hour flight, I don’t need this
How long is it since you were asked that question? Personally, I’d have to go back to my early twenties when a tobacconist asked me for ID. At the time I remember initially thinking it was hilarious: I was at
What a fabulous language we have. Our vocabulary bank is simply engorged with eloquent words for every scenario. The problem I have is finding the right one- my thesaurus is my drug of choice, always right next to my left