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We Apologise For The Break In Broadcasting
Normal service will be resumed shortly. Promise. Kicking off with Thursday, aka The Day I Went To London. And, if you were wondering, I am much, much better now. To the people who've...
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Autumn Fete
Having built a bridge and told myself to fucking get over it, on Thursday I went to London. If you are in any way even slightly kickarse, this will not seem like a big deal to you. But to me,...
View ArticleWriting is my Therapy
‘Writing is your therapy.’ Alistair shrugged. ‘It’s how you make sense of things.’ It’s stuff like that that makes me realise that I am exceptionally lucky to have him as my boyfriend. And yes, I...
View ArticleKickarse Sunday
Today is Kickarse Sunday. I slept really badly last night. Much, much worse than is normal for me. No idea why, although the appearance of The Rage may have been a factor in this (I'd planned...
View ArticleRosa
This is a short story I wrote a few weeks ago. I was supposed to send it in as a guest blog for someone else, but then things went a teensy leetle bit awry... I feel very weird putting it on here....
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First Cut is the Deepest
That’s my twitter picture. It was a poster that was put up in the subway in Norwich. I took a picture of it at the time, then thought it seemed appropriate for me. Partly because my wrists are...
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As Crafty as They Come
Today was Reading Café at The Girl’s school. Reading Café? It’s a chance for parents to go into the school for the last hour of the day, do a bit of reading, then make something with their child....
View ArticleBlogfest 1
I’m calling this BlogFest 1 because frankly, yesterday was so amazing and thought provoking that ideas are just spilling out of me to the point that I’ve had to start writing them down because I...
View ArticleWe Were Going Out to Dinner
Mumsnet Bloggers' Network are currently running a competition to win some books. Lot of books. Bookilly, wookilly lots of books. Taking our cue from Lionel Shriver's favourite first line 'We were...
View ArticleWarning for you, yes, you.
I know you read this. I know that, because as I’ve said before, blogs collect an awful lot of information about you when you visit them. So I see when you read it, what you’ve read, how long...
View ArticleYour Life is About to Get So Much Better
I saw my GP yesterday. Not a major appointment, just a review six weeks after she suggested we double my dose of Escitalopram because I clearly wasn’t coping with life. We had a really good talk...
View ArticleA Design for Life
Well that's today's earworm sorted. Incidentally, when that song came out in the spring of 1996, I loved it so much that I straight away bought the cassette single and played it on repeat for a...
View ArticleAdventurous Youth
Something that’s come up a lot since Ed Balls is people being slightly concerned at my ability to predict the, um, activities of people I’ve never met. To which I can only reply ‘Adventurous...
View ArticleEscape to the Country
A few weeks ago, Alistair and I had a jaunt. But not any old jaunt, oh no. We actually had a night away from The Blondies. My mum was staying with us, and talk had turned to birthday presents...
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Happy as a Pig in a Sauna
I’ll confess. I had been dying to go back to The Pigs for years. We went there for lunch over four years ago, not long after it had opened, when they were still sorting out the loos. Even with...
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When the Going Gets Tough(ie)
Being a trembling puddle of no selfconfidence, it’s been an abiding foundation of parenting that I try to equip my children with an inner core of steel. To believe in themselves, to place value...
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Somewhere Only We Know
That bloody John Lewis advert is doing my head in. Seriously. It’s given me the mother of all earworms – the original version, not the breathy, which female singer can we get to cover a song...
View ArticleInternal Bleeding - Short Story
I hermetically sealed my heart when I was 21. A terrible, catastrophic relationship with a narcissistic, vicious older man. One of my university lecturers. I was in love with him – totally,...
View ArticlePretentious? Moi?
Against my will, I took Theatre Studies A Level. There was a group of us who’d sat GCSE Drama and were keen to continue with the subject. Our sixth form hummed and harred and finally partially...
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Birthday Boy
Today is The Boy’s ninth birthday. Nine years since a freakishly quick labour resulted in a tiny, wasp-waisted little person being placed on my chest whilst I quavered in previously unused Joyce...
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