Ash checked his watch. He estimated he had five minutes until the next curfew patrol. He turned his attention back to the wall. A train rumbled on the bridge overhead, drowning out the sound of the spray cans as he worked. His consciousness sank into the flow of the paint as the cans danced in … Continue reading Runaway
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Weekly articles full of musings and observations on topics that are capturing my curiosity.
Work, Worth and the Value of the Ordinary
Two blog posts in two days, unheard of for me, but there’s something on my mind and I can’t let it go. Today I heard a conversation. A woman was contrasting her job (serving food), with that of her husband’s (he was a headmaster). She said that out of the two of them, he went … Continue reading Work, Worth and the Value of the Ordinary
Football: love it or hate it, it serves a purpose
I’ve been a sports widow since I met my husband almost 19 years ago (with the exception of our first few weeks together, when he was trying to make a good impression). True story: he dumped me on our first wedding anniversary to go and play in a golf tournament with his Dad. I suppose … Continue reading Football: love it or hate it, it serves a purpose
Meaning: keep it simple
For a couple of years I felt well and truly stuck... I was well educated and thought that would automatically translate to ‘success’ in life (success was pretty narrowly defined in terms of paid employment, so perhaps I wasn’t that well educated after all). I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but knew I … Continue reading Meaning: keep it simple
Plucky Young Chick
The ostrich kept her head, buried deep within the sand Whilst out on the horizon, grew a blight upon the land A storm was brewing steadily, a darkness in the air The ostrich felt its presence, but she never looked up there Her hole was nice and cosy, her world in there cocooned She buried … Continue reading Plucky Young Chick
Journaling for my future self
Journaling can be very therapeutic, but it turns out it’s even more useful when you have a shocking memory. I found an old paper and pen journal which my daughter bought me a couple of years ago. I’d almost entirely forgotten about it, but reading back through the entries has been eye opening. Up until … Continue reading Journaling for my future self
Van Life: I don’t have the hair for it
My obsession begins… Pre-pandemic our family holidays would often involve a long-haul flight and an Airbnb with a pool. If you mentioned camping, I’d likely break out in a cold sweat as I flashed back to sodden and midge-bitten childhood camping holidays. But like many people over the past year, the desire to get away … Continue reading Van Life: I don’t have the hair for it
The Comparison Trap
We’ve all been there haven’t we? You see a picture of a beautiful, smiling family on Instagram, then look around at your children, their wild screams exceeding the noise pollution level, as they catapult around the living room, exhaling a defeated sigh as you wonder where you’re going wrong. (Just me?) Comparisons are part of … Continue reading The Comparison Trap
Out With The Old Ways: What I’m Leaving Behind After Lockdown
The Pandemic and subsequent lockdowns have highlighted what truly matters to us most, as well as what really doesn’t. Here’s a list of a few things I’m determined to live without, as life begins to return to some sort of normality. 1). A regular hairdresser. I used to spend a small fortune every four to … Continue reading Out With The Old Ways: What I’m Leaving Behind After Lockdown
Happy Trails…
...take 2. It’s Sunday rhyme time, but I'm not going to share the poem I’ve written this week. My amazing Uncle died recently, on the day before his 91st birthday, and I’ve been writing a poem to read at his funeral. The poem tries to capture my Uncle in words: he was kind, generous, warm, … Continue reading Happy Trails…
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