Twelve hours or more I am out of the house these days; long days at work and an extensive commute. I arrive home tired, have to shop, cook, iron and so on, deal with rats and leaking roofs and the tax office, and – this week – my son forgetting to turn up to one of his exams, which necessitates more paperwork and cost than you would imagine. I try to squeeze in time to write another chapter of the book, already behind schedule, but luckily with an understanding publisher. Continue reading Having a Dog and Barking Yourself
Funny how we adjust. First I thought I could not live without my husband. Even after he absconded and I was somehow still alive (though, barely, in retrospect), if you had told me that I would in similar vein lose one of my children I would have said that in such a case I could not breathe. Indeed, I suspect I did not. Not for a long time. Not really. Continue reading The New Normal
Married life trundled along within its banks. New life as a divorcee seems wide open and not necessarily in a good way. Continue reading That Was The River. This Is The Sea.
A fully grown and scarily articulate woman says she is turning four. Continue reading Turning 4
I used to read stuff like ‘you can taste the love’ and think ‘phooey!’ Now I’m not so sure. Continue reading My Food Tastes Of Resentment
I’m trying to say ‘yes’. Continue reading More Input!
Last night they searched our bags as we entered the building, which is unusual when you are going to a movie in a London suburb. Continue reading Mommie Dearest