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…
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
I’m thinking that Heather at Notes from Lapland is going to have to employ a secretary soon because the secret post club looks set to grow exponentially. Last time I checked, it was up to 75 members and why wouldn’t
Look!!!! I’ve won an award! It’s my first and I’ve come over all Gwyneth…. *sob*. This lovely award comes courtesy of Solveig over at Little Pong and Make Do Mum… two nominations, I am completely beside myself *swaps for an
It’s been one of those weeks in the matrix, ups and downs, misunderstandings, blatant bloody-mindedness, and laughs, there’s always a lot of laughs. But how do you get your point across? How do you ensure that your friends/ followers/twiblings (delete
I’m such a wuss: not only am I scared of the dark, I’m scared of the imaginary things that pop out of a 7 year old’s head during the day. Why is this? It’s hardly grounded in fact…. otherwordly encounters
I work in PR. There, I said it, no going back now…. Actually I work in marcomms but it’s the PR bit that everyone picks up and makes a judgement call on. Not just any old PR, I hasten to
How long is it since you were asked that question? Personally, I’d have to go back to my early twenties when a tobacconist asked me for ID. At the time I remember initially thinking it was hilarious: I was at
If you’ve come here looking for inspiration please look away now. In fact, please leave the room and close the door behind you because this is most definitely not ‘that’ kind of post. This is one of those ‘why can
We are a country run by volunteers. Voluntary run organisations are all around us and on the most part we probably give very little thought to what this actually means. I know I didn’t before I became ‘one of them’.
I’ve always fancied writing one of those ‘lifestyle’ blogs. You know the ones: beautiful home, perfect family, 20 things you can do with a doily and a sackful of glitter….. But I’ve got a problem and it’s commonly referred to