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…
There are times when it pays to know a little bit about everything. Specifically those times are: #1. Pub quizzes- truly the playground of the trivia monkey #2. Potentially awkward social engagements, eg partner’s Christmas do- the ability to spout
A Twitter conversation this afternoon got me thinking. How do you attract people to your blog? Is it simply a case of writing interesting, occasionally funny, sometimes emotional posts or is it altogether more complex? Since spending more time in
It’s a prevailing emotion in my world. I fluctuate between having the confidence to speak my mind and stick my neck out when the situation requires, and paralysing paranoia that I’ve said or done the wrong thing, or that what
What a fabulous language we have. Our vocabulary bank is simply engorged with eloquent words for every scenario. The problem I have is finding the right one- my thesaurus is my drug of choice, always right next to my left
Thanks to Josie at Sleep is for the Weak for the tag in this meme – still convinced it’s pronounced ‘meem’, but we can argue about that later! The meme originates from Rosie Scribble and the rules of Rosie’s Shiny
Yesterday I ran unselfconsciously across the Möhne Dam in yellow dungarees and plimmies, eating ice cream and drinking fanta, happily unaware that my skinny legs would ever fill out. Yesterday I fell off my bike in the middle of my
January is a desperate month. Bleak and grey, its enveloping darkness creates a mask of desolation that blinds you to everything that is good and positive. In short, it’s depressing and ugly and if there were a political movement
I have to be honest here, my knowledge of world affairs is shaky at best. Prior to this if you asked me about Haiti I’d have struggled to say more than, er it’s a dictatorship, um, shaky economy and er,
Time was that sleep was an irritation, a necessary interruption to life’s great adventure. Nights out would begin with a phone call or knock at the door and end sliding off a night bus in time to grab a shower
It must have been 1999. I remember sitting in a car park, somewhere in the industrial depths of Reading with my now husband, pre-children, marriage, mortgage and responsibility. I played this song – probably from an old maxell tape and