It was early and I was making coffee and thinking about gratitude. A bit like any other day, but with the gratitude. That’s a new thing to replace the usual round of improbable targets followed by self-criticism. I’m grateful there’s milk left I’m grateful there’s coffee left I’m grateful there’s food for lunch (and I […]
The Boxing Day words
It’s the limbo of it. Christmas Day was full of traditions and purpose. Even the anarchy of consumption and indulgence is ambitious: A systematic approach to emptying fridge and filling belly. Boxing Day, though. That’s a different story. The plan never rolls this far. Shiftless drifting from chocolate box to small screen, pottering, with a […]
The Christmas post
Here we are in the quiet between the unwrapping and the overeating. And as the rest of the world seems to feel compelled to write a festive message, usually, because I’m contrary, I don’t bother. Instead, I’ll tell you a story. Once upon a time ((the day before) yesterday), a dashing prince (the Panther) and […]
A pain in the bum – quite literally
At first, it was a toss-up between a ditty about the joys of guinea pigs and the books I’ve listened to recently. Content, but all a bit so-so. If this blogging exercise is about anything it’s about speaking my truth. Not to say that my thoughts on cavy poo are a fabrication, but, well… Therefore, […]
Where was the last place you had it?
That, along with ‘just tidy up and you’ll find it’ or ‘retrace your steps’, are what my children hear every time they mournfully tell me that they’ve lost something or, worse, that ‘it’s gone…’. Apparently, among the many other things that mothers are supposed to be is the role of Finder, Rememberer and Keeper, particularly […]