I’ve been writing rest home profiles over the last couple of weeks. It’s part of my job as Pen-for-Hire. I’m lucky to have the work, but it’s been a little depressing. I’ve been making God’s waiting room seem attractive, and it’s got me thinking… Don’t get me wrong, these rest homes really do sound like … Continue reading This too will pass
I’ve been thinking about all that my daughters are teaching me. It’s the big ‘life’ stuff: Love. Laughter. Fun. This morning, I taught my two little girls to dunk their croissants into small bowls of hot chocolate, because nobody breakfasts like the French. I’m also teaching them to read and write and count. All that’s important, but … Continue reading Love. Laughter. Fun.
I’ve sent the email; the one that makes me feel like Hamlet. It’s just three lines long, but has been the cause of a week’s worth of sleepless nights. Last night however, after I blogged about how I was feeling, I slept beautifully. That particular rant had obviously done me the world of good. My … Continue reading Just being normal…
I’ve been preoccupied by thoughts about Hamlet lately. The Shakespeare play. That’s why I was trawling around the internet the other night, when I found that prime bit of Shakespeare porn. (Is there anyone more attractive than Peter O’Toole in his prime, discussing something he was obviously passionate about and an expert in? Just gorgeous. … Continue reading To Be or Not To Be
I’ve been gripped by the need to sort out my social media pages in readiness for... well... something. I guess that something is my becoming the writer I’ve always wanted to be. It feels kinda pretentious. I’ve only had a few bits and pieces published and I’ve never earned any money from writing. But what is it … Continue reading What’s in a name?
This Christmas, I made my first ever cheesecake. This was also my first Christmas without my children since they were born. In the days leading to Christmas, I planned ahead so it wouldn’t be shit without my girls. Being on the other side of the world from my family, I was invited by a South … Continue reading How to Rescue a Cheesecake
The first time I walked through the doors of an Al-Anon meeting was twenty years ago in London. I was visiting my sister for the weekend and, the morning after a visit to Crazy Larry’s (remember that club on King’s Road? Is it still going?), she took me to a Saturday morning meeting. I stared … Continue reading One Day at a Time