Sorry, I’ve been such a neglectful bitch.
I guess it’s that thing where you get happy and busy in life and all the things you’d write about or whinge about don’t seem as important. Maybe?
Plus, I have another blog so I’ve been doing all my writing over there, and it requires me to be … Read the rest
There’s crazy weather outside. Like rain and winds. I live in a house on the top of a hill now and there’s so much more wind up here. The rain hits the windows of my studio, but when I look out at night I can see the lights of the city streaked with water and … Read the rest
I’ve lived on Askew Road for a little over 9 years. Until last week.
I thought I’d be so cool with it all. It’s time. The new house is beautiful. The real guy is there and our family. I know it will feel like home soon enough and one day I’ll not miss the house … Read the rest
Chicks whinge.
I think that’s a given. Or a known. But although it is known that chicks whinge, not every (or many) guys seem to know what to do with that (beyond feel hounded, criticised or nagged) and not every (or many) woman accepts it’s OK for her to do that or always knows how … Read the rest
I have had what could only be described as a sensational year. Which is not to say it didn’t have it’s challenges, but if you told me that by the end of 2015 I would be here I may not believed you EXCEPT that I was clear that here is where I wanted to be, … Read the rest
I didn’t actually ever think I suffered tension around menstruation. Except the tension I feel about that actual word. It’s just ugly. Almost as bad a perimenopausal . Gag.
Anyhoooo, not the point of this. I just want to talk about my ignorance of my own moods and thank all the crazy, nasty PMT bitches … Read the rest
I want to tell a story about yesterday. And then perhaps it will make sense.
My youngest daughter – the JBaby – turned 5 yesterday. It seems crazy to me that my littlest little is now 5 years old. How did that happen? How could I have foreseen where 5 years would take us?
The … Read the rest
They were lying in bed. She had been talking a lot about all kinds of things. Stories. The world. All kinds of things.
Then she went quiet. He sounded sleepy and it was late. They said goodnight, and probably kissed because she always wanted to do that before sleep.
He reached out in the dark … Read the rest
*NOTE: This is a purely fictitious post. If you think you recognise anything familiar about any of the characters in this post it’s purely in your imagination. No-one was harmed in the telling of this story. Except possibly one mammary gland.
Once upon a time there was a couple who lived in a seaside town … Read the rest
Blanket apologies seem a bit naff, however as I am now dating someone who I can very clearly see fits the ‘nice guy’ category I am very aware that some kind of apology is owing (or some kind of self-forgiveness is necessary here).
If you ‘dated’ (I’m using this term very loosely because I don’t … Read the rest