Do you trust me? You know, really trust me? Are you confident that I am what you think I am? Or are you not quite sure about me? Is the jury out? Are you lurking, trying to make up your
In which we ought to be ashamed…
I’m not known for my domestic abilities. I freely admit to needing help in many areas of which that is just one, and I’m altogether remiss at caring all that much about my lack of ‘The Nigella Gene’. It would
The Unwelcome Friend
Oh no, here she comes again full of comforting smiles and familiar phrases. Leech-like in her tenacity, she won’t leave me alone anymore. I’ve done everything I can from the subtle to the full on, head – brickwall – obvious.
What’s your virtual voice?
I was ‘talking’ to Bumbling Along the other night when she said this. It sparked something in me, made me start thinking about the voices we attach to our virtual friends and what cues we use to form these decisions.
The Present Drawer
It’s birthday party season again in the Battling On household. Every weekend involves at least one wunderkind attending someone’s party somewhere in the county, and boy have I been clocking up the miles dropping off and picking up. Every party
Ok, you’ve had your half an hour….off now!
Those are generally the words I use to turf the the Boy Wonder off his DS. We’ve arrived at half an hour through a series of (almost) scientific experiments which focus on the ratio between time sat stationary staring at
Portait of a country in flux
Anyone else feeling a bit jittery today? Our Parliament is in limbo, the last leadership debate has been run, the Mail is convinced that Cameron is the clear winner and there seems to be a distinct lack of sense being
Wow!
Yesterday was a big day here at Battling On. I wasn’t surprised by the response to I am Six because I am fast realising what a bloody lovely group of people bloggers are, but as I sit here at 1.24am,
It’s a Spring Onion, not an AK47….
Those were the exact words that flashed through my mind this weekend when my darling OH, who having offered to make me a sandwich, declared that he didn’t know what to do with a spring onion. Now before any of
Let me tell you a story….*
This is a story about a wonderful, warm, intelligent woman, who loves her son and has watched him grow into a fine young man.