Seriously, where is it? When I looked a minute ago I swear it was Tuesday, and now here we are and it’s Friday and I’ve done none of the things on my ever increasing list. How does time do that?
Me.
Over at Tara’s Sticky Fingers gallery, this week’s theme is ‘Me’. This is my first entry and I spent a long time thinking which image to use. I could have chosen one of my wedding pics, or the ones taken
What is it about Mondays?
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.
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
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
Dear Mona,
(Many) years ago, after leaving University, one of my first jobs was working in Clinton Cards. Hardly what I imagined when I donned the gown and hat thing and collected my scrolled certificate, but there we are. Not just any
A change in fortune at hopeless house…
Usually, when things go wrong in hopeless house we turn to ‘other people’ for help. If we’re lucky this might mean that my dad is in the vicinity and able to lug a well-stocked tool box in to solve the
Calling all Domestic Goddesses!
Any chance you could grab your marigolds and race over here for a cuppa and er, a major clean of my house? My list to output ratio is looking pathetically unbalanced, and I simply cannot get it all done. I
A Modern Addiction
We spent the last weekend holed up with lovely friends in the remotest of remote cottages in wet, west Wales. This was it: Sure enough it was purdy, we were close to some of the UK’s best beaches, the children