I’m having a ‘Monday moment’. I woke up today feeling positive, I’m sure of it, and yet here we are at 10.50 and I can feel the creeping fingers of Monday blues dragging me into the abyss.
Beryl
Beryl was an amazing woman. Eyes full of love, cheeks ruddy from a lifetime of smoking, laughing and sweating it out in a hot kitchen, hair crying out for a hot oil treatment and a waistline that she swore was
Something amazing happened….
I can’t believe I’ve waited nearly a whole week to tell you about this. Maybe it’s because I’m worried you’ll think I’m being arrogant, or because you won’t appreciate what it means and you’ll laugh. I’m not going to think
A little Me-Time….
The second month of Heather of Notes from Lapland’s fabulous Secret Post Club and I was really excited. Last month I went through that whole ‘will the package arrive?’, ‘will they like it?’, ‘will i feel like I’ve been really
Pushy? Me?
A little earlier today the Boy Wonder was dropped off after his hockey tournament. He came running up with a massive grin, eager to show me his medal. His dad had stayed for the first half of the morning and
Phwoar! Check out that talent….
I’m having one of those days, slightly ranty, more than a little frazzled and confused, always confused… Everywhere I turn I see fabulous women and men with real talent who are paralysed by insecurity, or juggling everything to make things
Escape to the Mother-ship
This could so easily have been a ranty post: This was the week that the twin apostles of anti-feminism, Jones & Moir, appeared fixated on destroying my mojo with their hatred of ‘the normal woman’. Their Eurovision style bid to
Playing with Knives- the Squeakquel…
Thanks to all of you who shared your thoughts on the original penknife dilemma, I really appreciated all of your opinions and it helped a lot when we sat down and made ‘the decision’…… *drum roll*…..
Can I PLEASE just have two minutes?
I’ve come to the conclusion that every future blog post I write will have to be completed in two minutes flat because that’s about all the time I EVER get without a “Mummmmmeeeeeeeee” interrupting or a phone ringing or a
I just don’t ‘get’ Twitter.
How many times have you heard that? People say it to me all the time, generally accompanied with a sympathetic look that says “You’re a bit of a geek.” So I try, again, to explain what it’s all about, and