Blowing my own trumpet
Ahem. Hello. I have an announcement to make. This kind of thing doesn't sit easily with me, and I always feel I have to include a shameless self-promotion alert because my natural tendency is...
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10 Ways to Cheer Yourself Up
Feeling a bit low? Bit bored? Dull? Stuck in a rut? Here are some straightforward ways to brighten up your day (and perhaps someone elses).When acknowledging a fellow motorist, eschew the simple...
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Romance Schmomance
A few weeks ago I wrote a guest blog for Harper Impulse about the three romantic gestures that have meant more to me than any number of crushed carnations or slightly damaged Terry's chocolate...
View ArticleYour child is your child.
A couple of days ago, I was on twitter and the 'Who to follow' suggestions gave me a name I hadn't seen in an awfully long time. Goodness me! It's a a boyfriend I had for about six months as a...
View ArticleGuest Blog
Morning you lot! I've done a guest blog for the rather lovely Cakes, Kids and Other Ramblings today, pondering when I'll finally wash ashore on the island that is the mythical Land of the...
View Article11 ways in which getting old is not so bad.
Getting older is, once you're past your teenage years, always presented as a bad thing. 'I feel OLD' means I feel tired, past it, out of touch, dated, aching, no more fun anymore. Whilst that's...
View ArticleHonesty, the best policy
I read this article yesterday, and found myself agreeing with everything Meg Rosoff wrote. Children are far more intelligent and intuitive than we like to admit, and they know when things are...
View ArticleI am pitmuff agogo, matey boy
August 1988. I am 8 years old. My mum & I are going to spend the day on the beach with my cousin. I snap on my swimming costume, haul a summer dress over my head and... oh my Christ, what the...
View ArticleBOOBIES ARE FOR WINNERS LOL
I’ve made a bit of a spectacular twat of myself in the last few days, with special grovelling apologies to one person in particular. You know who you are. But there is one argument I got into,...
View ArticleLike a toddler with a CD player
I've told you before how much I lovecricket. And one of my other loves is the music of The Divine Comedy. So you can imagine just how much I squealed when I discovered that Neil Hannon of The...
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Advance Warning
If you have been here before, then I have something to say to you that you may find upsetting. Because of you, I have spent all day today hammering the life out of google images. So much of what I...
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The Men Below The Line
Here it comes. Don’t get scared now. In a bonus feature designed to hurt you, in some cases I have been able to find images of their sex face and the expression they pull when at the point of...
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Poetic Justice
It was National Poetry Day on Thursday and I fully intended to write something about it. Sadly for all readers, I got sucked into an overcaffeinated vortex of George Osborne, and Michael Gove’s...
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BLOGFEST BABY!
Oh me, oh my. I’ve had quite the week. It all kicked off last Friday with an unexpected email from Harper Impulse (stalkers may recall that I wrote a guest blog for them back in August)...
View ArticleA Skin Too Few
Since I wrote about the boy back in June, I’ve found myself silently observing him more, taking time to measure up his words and look for undercurrents. And I don’t know if it’s just because I am...
View ArticleSeason of mist and mellow fruitfulness
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds...
View ArticleMiscarriage
I was supposed to be writing a rant this morning. But I can’t summon up the energy. Why? Because scrolling through facebook on my phone after the school run, I saw two posts that made me drop my...
View ArticleClickbait
I’m going to go off on a bit of a rant here, so if you’re currently feeling happy and at peace with the world, stop reading. Have you heard the term ‘clickbait’? It means writing a...
View ArticleI am
I am Lucy Benedict. I am a writer. I am Lucy Benedict. I am 33. I am greeneyed and redhaired. I am living in Norwich. I am the mother of two beautiful children. I am the girlfriend of...
View ArticleI am not
You’re not a (at this point he mouthes) shit mum. That was The Boy this morning, as we trudged through the rain and mist on our way to school. I hadn’t realised until it was too late, that on...
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