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
Beauty’s where you find it…
I’ve been waiting for an excuse to use this image for a couple of weeks now and Tara’s gallery prompt this week is perfect. If you haven’t visited Sticky Fingers before I wholeheartedly recommend it, there is some exceptional talent
Mojo? What Mojo?
There’s always talk in Twittertown and such of blogging (and general) mojo loss. Our dedication:inspiration ratio seems to be in a constant state of flux, with real life often getting in the way of much needed writing time 😉
Escape to the Mother-ship
This could so easily have been a ranty post: This was the week that the twin apostles of anti-feminism, Jones & Moir, appeared fixated on destroying my mojo with their hatred of ‘the normal woman’. Their Eurovision style bid to
Yesterday….*
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