Grudges and grievances. I have been reflecting rather unhappily on the sad recognition that sometimes (only sometimes!) when things don’t go as badly as expected, I am disappointed. That strikes me as mad, but there is no avoiding the fact that it does happen. Continue reading Disappointed When Not Disappointed
Searching for something else I found this very old (two and a half years ago) email written to myself (why?). Subject: ffs.
Easy to forget how things were, the forgotten details, you get brought up short. Continue reading Oh FFS
I am now a published author. The book is available to buy in paperback or download from Amazon. Continue reading Well, Well, Well. Still Not Sunk In.
Had lunch with two women I barely know but met through my old college. It was lovely. A little Spanish restaurant where we each chose tapas to share while we chatted about all manner of things. Nice place. I used to go there with BH years ago. But (though we talked about relationships with partners and exes) it wasn’t him I thought of afterwards. Continue reading Always Friendship (or Any Relationship?) On Someone Else’s Terms
I have been dreading the empty nest. For over 20 years I have been a mother, and really, nothing else. This was a mistake on many levels, but there we are. Now my twins are 18 and off to uni. Continue reading Staring Loneliness In The Face. And Loving It.
For years – more than 20 – I cooked for the family. Five of us. More or less everything we ate, until the children went to school and had lunch there. My husband used to eat out on expenses during the day and when travelling on business (supposedly). Continue reading First the Lasagne, now the Fruit Bowl
Aqua aerobics. The teacher is bouncing up and down outside the pool, a slip of a thing. Music is blaring in the echoey space. Around me, other women. Mostly in their sixties, seventies, eighties, and (like me) rather large. Continue reading A Man After Midnight