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.
She stares blankly at the walls. Undone. "What did I forget?"
“Jesus Christ woman, what is this?! I’ve just got off an eight hour flight, I don’t need this crap!” Gripping the kitchen chair, she pulled the wooden seat tight against her thighs, ready to assume the crash position.
There I was, foetally curled, waiting for something to happen. My beautiful boy didn’t stumble back to his bed, he lay down, spooning me and pulling as many towels as he could over the two of us. And there we lay…
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
Today’s post comes from a blogger who is choosing to remain anonymous. Their story will doubtless resonate with many, and your comments and thoughts are really appreciated, as always. If you’ve got a story you’d like to share, and nowhere
I’m always very envious of the food bloggers. When I’m struggling for blog inspiration I often think it must be easy for them – they can just adjust their pinny, create something mouth-watering, take a few pics…..aaaaannnnnnddddd Publish! So, when
“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
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
So, in my capacity as junior blogger I thought I’d dedicate a post to telling you what the rules of blogging are. You might want to sit down at this point, or grab a handy branch if you’re reading this
Yesterday my ego was felled. Well and truly hobbled by the 8yo. As I lay wounded, I wondered if my Catherine Tate-esque ‘I can do that’ attitude was letting me down. If maybe I should be less brazen about my
We launched Blognonymous today and received a really warm-hearted welcome. Below is a story from an anonymous guest poster. She’d really appreciate your thoughts… —————————————————————–
I’ve been working on this for a little while now, along with five other like-minded souls. There’s a whole page dedicated to it which I hope will explain in more detail what Blognonymous is all about, and I hope you’ll
So here we have it, the obligatory Cybermummy post. For anyone bored to tears with the whole thing, please feel free to move on – I’m not armed with google analytics – I have no way of monitoring your activity