That’s it. My life is my own again. I’m an ordinary person rather than a mature student. Last week I handed in the final portfolio of my course and, rather than elation and a heady end-of-terminess, I felt a bit flat, slightly sad and, even, a little empty. It would be very tempting to dive […]
Insert cheesy heading about being true to yourself here
In which the penny drops and we wait for the life’s chunky KitKat to drop to the bottom of fate’s vending machine (or something). Hat trick – the term originated in cricket. A bowler who retired three batsmen to three consecutive balls earned himself a new hat, paid for by the club. I googled and now […]
Flying the nest – and some things don’t change
A week ago, I took Boy One to his place of education – car laden with lots of things I was quite happy to see the back of and lots of other stuff that it had somehow come essential for me to buy. A big step for us both. Not least because his Asperger’s has, […]
New term, new things to think about
One of the chicks is getting ready to fly. You could say he’s taxiing to the runway, all cleared for take-off. In fact, if you’re quiet you can probably hear that the nearest emergency exit is behind you. Boy One is off soon and there’s much flurrying. Since last century (or some other time, ages […]
How much is more than I can chew?
It started last week – my MLitt in creative writing at the University of Glasgow. And in the manner that very much I imagine it will continue. There I was convinced I didn’t need to be there until noon when I thought I’d better check. 10am. That’s when I need to be there – in […]