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…
*****STOP PRESS****** Nominations have been updated….see end of this post for details….yipeee! …..ends I’m having an amazing week, one of those where you start peering into bushes to make sure that Jeremy Beadle, or Harry Hill as it now seems
As someone who’s notoriously bad at completing tags and memes, I’ve decided that the only way to buy myself a bit of time is to devise one of my own and keep you all busy.
Cooo-ee! Yes, over here. No, not there, a bit to the left…that’s it! See me now? *waves* I’m sat here in my little Rapunzel-esque tower and there’s no way I’m throwing down my hair, or anything else for that matter,
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?
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
Today I was a working mum, not a WAHM which is my usual moniker, but a ‘Go out and leave kids in childcare mum’. It’s not something I usually have to deal with. Generally I manage through the generous help
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 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
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
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