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…
My children go to a very modern school. The school photos are the kind with hula hoops and ‘cool’ poses that Tara Cain detests, and they communicate almost exclusively by email. Most of the 20 or so emails I receive
Today started with screaming. Screaming punctuated with yelling, and laughter, definitely shrill laughter. Jumping from high up places, possibly bunk beds. Jettisoning of objects that were absolutely not meant to be jettisoned. Arguing, slapping, hair-pulling and tears. And all before
I’m blogging over at ITPR today about my take on nofollow links and disclosure. It’s a hot topic right now and personally I think it’s impossible to divorce this issue from the wider question of disclosure and transparency and how
I just counted up the number of shoes in my wardrobe. Even after the monster cull when I last moved house, I still have 19 pairs of shoes, which means that 16 pairs are never getting worn. Of these 7
I’m a rubbish friend. By which I mean that I’m not always a reliable friend. I’m a ‘pick-up-and-put-down-and-never-any-hard-feelings’ type of friend. And yet I have some of the best friends that anyone could wish for. Friends who know everything there
….and that’s an ex-husband. So spoke a very lovely and wise friend of mine in a tea shop in Stow-on-the-Wold this time last year. I’ve been lucky that my experience hasn’t been anything like that, but I’ve put the world
Hello there, please be careful where you sit, the paint’s still drying. Welcome to Battling On. Countless times in the last couple of years I’ve thought about moving my blog to its own home, then faltered, probably to do some
I don’t sleep. Or rather I don’t sleep much. Last night it was definitely after 4am before the sleep fairy came a’calling and it’s been a while since I dropped off before 2am. Needless to say, I’m knackered. I look
The Boy Wonder asked me yesterday what was the one thing I’d always wanted to do. In that moment I couldn’t think of anything at all, but it got me thinking. I want to look back one day and think
Well hello 2012. How VERY nice it is to see you, looking all dapper and swish with something of a dandy bounce to your step. I’m very glad to see you’ve ditched that ne’er do well 2011. He was a