There’s a sort of ‘finding’ feeling at the moment. Finding my way home, finding my way around, and finding myself again. All of which sounds a bit navel gazey, but suggests there might be a little more time in my life for gazing in general. Which is a good thing. Meanwhile… What’s that? Oh yes, […]
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 […]
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 […]
