I see you, teenage child. With your swagger and secrets. Sticking your flag in new territories. Of course, I’m boring. Show me a mother who isn’t. It’s our gift. To you. A life solidified – a crash mat made of person. Ready for your ungrateful bounce.
If I’ve learned one thing it’s this: Don’t trust a lid. It will only let you down. Never put your dignity in the hands of a little lid. Or a big one. Don’t let a disc of plastic be all that stands between you and discovering how much soup looks like vomit when it covers […]
March already and I’m still picking pine needles from between the floorboards. Best thing to do for World Book Day? … buy a book and read it It’s World Book Day today and all over the country parents are tearing their hair out at the unreasonable costume demands this causes. Mercifully, the head teacher at […]
What happens when you trap almost 500 middle-aged women into a confined space for a couple of hours? Wherever you are on the oestrogen spectrum, you’d be inclined to think that the outcome would be, to say the least, tetchy. Especially if some of the women had had their gin confiscated. But you’d be wrong. […]
A poem inspired by Fionaoutdoors and her adventure in the furniture shop. A fine bed It will last 20 years, they said. This bed. Like a galleon, strong enough to sail through your stormy nights, safely to the dawns. The wood got ready in forests. Sprouting and branching while you were still rolling through the […]