I know it sounds silly, … Read the rest
This writing lark is tough – No sooner have you completed one project – an edited chapter, another poem for your collection, or joy of joys; the end of your novel or a finished short story, than you have … Read the rest
Or My Not So Secret Sock Fixation
There is a collective groan from my fellow passengers as I pull the car into the little car park, that is, it has to be said – merely a stretch of old tarmac.… Read the rest
For a start it’s not rain, well not really- it’s drizzle, a fine mist coming in from the Atlantic. And isn’t it great to even be near the Atlantic? – so far away from all things mundane and run-of-the-mill.
The … Read the rest
Yoga- I have always seen myself as something of a yogi. It’s something I always imagined myself doing. It appeals to me on so many levels – spiritually, meditatively and because I was always very “bendy”.
My poor old Mum … Read the rest
I can’t sleep. I’ve just spent the best part of an hour willing myself into slumber but my lower appendages are misbehaving again – it’s a case of the old “Michael Flatley’s “. My legs dance across the … Read the rest
I’m going on holiday in precisely two weeks, 2 days and counting. I don’t know how many hours or minutes but they’re ticking away like crazy. It’s just at that perfect distance – not too far away that I … Read the rest
The thing about diaries – they’re hopeful.
They have that whole new year, new me vibe going for them . They bring with them the sense that anything is possible. And with a big, hard backed, “page a day… Read the rest
There are many ways in which I could be spending my time. For instance, there is a vast mountain of washing lying in wait in the utility room; clothes to be sorted, school uniforms to tumble dry and then iron.… Read the rest
I’ve got a thing for self-help books, I’ve been reading them for years. Mostly over the holidays or when I am away from work, when the dichotomy of my existence rears its angry head and my soul is filled … Read the rest