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Rolling...

So enough of the wah-wah that we have no habitable home; the waiting continues. We have had a run of sunny weather which has contributed wel...

She writes...

I am well into September now, it feels like life has taken on a different pace and the days of summer are over. It rains a lot and we Brits ...

Musings...

The strange displacement of not living at home. I am finding it is one to get used to; perks and disadvantages. We are staying in the middle...

Back...

It's been the longest time. I last wrote when in some kind of personal maelstrom, struggling to make sense of the return of horrid pain ...

The unwanted visitor...

I have been absent I know; a horrid recurrence of my jaw pain symptoms have floored me. I have lived with this chronic pain for so long , o...

She wore a raspberry beret...

There's a local event brewing, a thing that needs to raise money for a worthy cause. There was talk of a ball or a banquet or some such ...

Women, writing, wisdom...

One thing of note, last week when in Monaco, was that the women I met (the wives and girlfriends; although not always) were so open. Maybe t...

The scent of pine and jasmine...

I've been to Monaco since last week. My husband won an award with his work and so we were treated. I kept writing and re-writing in my h...

Is Victoria happy?

Yesterday I got up and did the school run. It was interspersed with a lecture from me to my daughter about how she really should do the athl...

Lovely things...

Things that are lovely: Comments from strangers that say: thank you for writing what you write and the inherent comfort of the words: 'm...

Yes, no, yes...

These things interest me: time and influence and thoughts. I have a lot of time, people influence me enormously and I think all the time. Li...

Palm trees vs normcore...

Whilst in an attempt to persuade my husband that we need to cover a single wall of our house with tropical palm tree wallpaper, he patiently...

It was just a mission statement...

Daily, I think I could do with writing something here, in this virtual space. It's been ages, I am starting to feel guilty. I think of t...

OMG and OMG...

An eventful time right now, in our little household. We hurtle towards the Spring, all feeling rather thankful that we got through winter. T...

The power of suggestion...

Midweek arrives and I grapple with whether I should go running. I have a love/hate relationship with running. I love the idea of it; usually...

Growing up...

I had a lovely birthday - thank you for all of the well wishes. 41; so far so good. I have a weekend of kid's sporting fixtures to logis...

The quality of your thoughts...

Struck by the immediacy of the web, I scour for the perfect Spring coat. I actually get frustrated when I can't find what I want at the ...

Educating Rita...

The open day for the writing degree was last weekend; a wood-panelled room, me and three tutors well-versed in academia. I got to talk about...

Friendship and thoughts...

I spent last weekend in the company of my University friends, steeped in old times. We went to a lovely country house hotel called 'The ...

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