I failed the Gallery challenge to find my favourite photo last week.. Even after I’d gone to the trouble of trying to bribe the eternally wonderful Spudballoo I just couldn’t find the right image. In the end I crawled away
It all tastes like chicken…
As a child you’re generally unaware of your situation compared to anyone else’s. This changes as you grow and you start to compare, to desire the things you don’t have, and to see yourself as others do. I’d like to
You say lemon, I say melon….
There seems to be an age cut off point, beneath which the word ‘melon’ is impossible to pronounce. In our house we have lemons for melons, something that always makes me laugh. Funnier still was the fact that I was
A bloggy good celebration…
This week on the Gallery Tara has chosen the theme ‘Celebration’. So easy and yet so, not. There are so many celebratory pictures that I could have chosen but I wanted to try something a little bit different.
Knowing me, knowing you….
Sometimes you need a little time before you can write about something. Time to decipher the emotions, space to let things be long enough to see a clear path. Last week, when my youngest child started school, I really didn’t
Not In My Back Yard…
Nimbyism is a great thing isn’t it? Here in dear old middle England we positively excel at it: “We’re drowning in rubbish, we need a new landfill site…” “WHAT?! Not in my back yard…!!” “There’s a housing crisis, we’re looking
Fairies and Funghi
The Dell is less than a two minute walk from my parent’s house – the house I spent most of my ‘growing up proper’ years in. Its bowl shape is suggestive of meteors and magic, but it could easily have
The Road Less Travelled
No, that’s not what I’ve chosen, but it could work and I liked it as a title. However, I’ve never read it so that would be somewhat fraudulent, and whilst I’m sure that the ghost of M Scott Peck would
The original hoodies…
25th February 2002. The day it all changed. After a torturous labour punctuated with drugs, monitors and laudably fanciful birth plans the Boy Wonder was pulled into this world. I won’t repel you with the tale of the stitch-up job