Writing to me, is simply thinking through your fingers ~ Isaac Isamov
Do you ever buy someone else a present, for yourself? I do. I love these ducks. Also loving Netflix. Of the TV I watch now, very little is live. The Netflix accounts in our house are markedly gender specific. You go into Neil’s and all the fonts are black and red and the programmes are…
Went in for meatballs, came out feeling I’ve been getting this all wrong…
I am so aware of vanity, and I find it uncomfortable and cringeworthy (like many of the blogs I’ve written). I’ve stopped being ‘present’ on other social media for this very reason – I understand that no one really cares that I have visited the cinema (other than the person I was with, they could…
Always a bit of a bleak month, but now softened with the build-up, excitement and organisation of the small one’s birthday celebrations. This 5th year involves wrangling the hundred pieces that will arrive as a cabin bed kit, alan key; weapon of choice. Bleak is actually a grower. The normal tromp around ‘my field’ and…
I love our local library. Granted, it’s not the most attractive of buildings, but it is light and bright inside, has a great children’s section with a magnificent elephant rug, and smells glorious. You know, that smell of old books. A bit like petrol flavoured sawdust – that smell. So, anyway, I have visited this…
Someone asked me recently why I don’t really ever post photos of myself anywhere. This. This is why. I know my limitations, but admittedly I frequently indulge in outrageously sexy pics other people post.. Salivating. I have reached an unexpected stage in my parenting career where I have found myself with a modicum of time…
About 10 years ago I fell in love. It happened on a train to Bristol Temple Meads at some ridiculous hour in the morning on my commute to work, and I remember this vividly, whilst eating a minty ‘Chewit’. Yep. A minty one. I fell in love with heading west. Sounds a bit peculiar, but…
We move on from food to cutlery. So I have this yellow spoon. It’s really old (at least 15 years), pretty bent, and looking at it objectively, not the most attractive item in the kitchen. But if I could only ever eat one meal ever again, it would be with that spoon. I love it. It…
I have never really ‘got’ food’. As in, I do like eating, and everyone needs to eat, but I have never really been one to paw studiously through recipe books; and my definition of meal planning is to look in the fridge, see what’s most withered, and concoct a questionably edible creation around it. Until…
I have started running. And blogging too again, apparently. I have never had myself down as being a runner. Too many bits of me seem to move independently and require strapping down. Then there is my unladylike gait. And the thought of me in leggings…the thought of other people having to see me in leggings…it just…