Over the xmas hols I have been feeling sorry for myself, possibly even a bit more than usual. Realising that I am nobody’s number one and all that. Couple of weeks off work – an unexpected bonus – I was full of plans to go somewhere hot, or take the kids to yet another European city for a short break, or take myself off to some kind of spa. Continue reading Something Has Shifted At Last
Actually, no, had a shower as well. It was about time. (I’m ashamed to say how long.) I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to get up even. And, until I did get up, I wasn’t that fussed about lunch. Continue reading By 2pm all I’ve done is have lunch
We were such good friends. Met at university, hung out together and made each other laugh. We were often in a group, yet you were always very special to me, and I loved you. Continue reading Letter To An Old Friend
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