#BlameOneNotAll
Blame one, not all. Blame him, not me. I’m not a lech. I’m not a rapist. I don’t leer at women. I’m not the type of man who says and does things that make women uncomfortable. I’m a Nice Guy. Now...
View ArticleThat Shitty Thing
Oh, my loves, I am angry. I am so bloody angry, and I can’t say why, so this is going to be one of those really annoying cryptic posts that are as annoying to read as they are for me to skirt...
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Spoonfeeding
I feel I ought to confess something. Before The Boy (and subsequently, The Girl) came along, I was not someone who could ever be described as ‘maternal’. Babies and children were of absolutely no...
View ArticleGive a little bit
Happy National Volunteers Week! What? Ok, yes, I know, alright? Trust me [adopts Sybil Fawlty voice] oh, I know… Every day is National Something Day, or it’s National Something Week, or...
View ArticleHolding my hand
For some reason, this morning, as I said goodbye to The Boy at the school gates, I was reminded of this old blogpost. And hey, what do you know? I wrote it exactly two years ago today. I can...
View ArticleDull, dull, dull...
I am going to have a big old whinge selfish sulking moan And I know I will come across as a petulant little brat, but I’m annoying myself at the moment by not being honest. So I'm going to vomit...
View ArticleMore than words
This is something I’ve been thinking for a while, and started writing a few weeks ago, but the last 24 hours have brought it into sharper relief. Not sure it’ll make any sense to anyone else, but...
View ArticleDear delicate Benjamina
Sometimes, I worry. The Blondies know I have this blog. They know I write. They know I write about them, and for the moment, they’re proud of that. I’ve told them that I will never name them,...
View ArticleThrough the looking glass
Let me get something out of the way. It'll sound like I'm bigging myself up, that I think I'm mighty fine. But it's a fact. I'm good at understanding people. It's just one of those innate things,...
View ArticleDad
He's so ill. He's so ill that he can't talk, can't walk, doesn't eat.He can barely breathe. I watch him. I watch him, when he thinks no one's looking. I see how he pauses, as he turns the kettle on....
View ArticleEmailing my brother
I was going to email you. I was going to email you. I knew the words I would use, the carefully selected phrases. I was going to email you, and tell you that Dad was ill.I was going to email you. I was...
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Going public
I was going to write this post anyway, but yesterday, serendipitously, a new twitter account appeared in my life - http://changeminds.org.uk/ It looks like an absolutely fascinating project,...
View ArticleArchsplaining
We’re all familiar with mansplaining, right? Where a woman talks about something she has had direct personal experience of, only to be interrupted with an unasked for contribution from some bloke,...
View ArticleBratcaster
Where did I go wrong? What was it I did? Was it something I said? Did I encourage this? I know it’s my fault, but I don’t know what I did. I don’t know how to fix this. It’s school trip week....
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Review: The School Run
You’d think, having been blogging for two and a half years, that I’d sort of know how this all works by now. No. I really don’t. Ranting and swearing and banging on and on and on and on about...
View ArticleToday
It’s horrible, writing this. We’d had such a nice afternoon, The Boy & I. We’d lounged about at home for a while, slobbing out, then, at his request went down to Norwichcathedral and went...
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Great white dark
Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the shadow It happened, as so many things in my life do, as a result of a glass of wine. Curled up on the...
View ArticleUncomfortably numb
I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired. I’m tired of being so fucking tired, of feeling like I’m dragging three people along behind me with every sodding step I take, that everything is just so much of a...
View ArticleSonnet 66
I’m still tired. I’m tired with all these. I’m tired with endlessly phoning people, and being told that someone will phone me back, but no one does. I’m tired with phoning other people who...
View ArticleBirthday present
Tomorrow is my 36th birthday. A full lifetime since I roared into the world, annoying the midwife in the process (I was a few days overdue, the designated midwife went on her lunch break assuring...
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