Loss.

Our grief is an ocean; a river on which we drift our whole lives through.   For the lucky, we float. Mostly. But then A minute? a month? a life submerged beneath the water throwing up gasping breaths to roar our pain into the aching, empty white January sky.   The ripples from our easy wake…

On Time…

All of history has not been leading up to this very moment. This is not the end. See? Another minute passes. The seconds do not stop. They never stop. There is never a ‘now’, always a just passed. What if we were to view time without putting ourselves at the centre of it? It’s pretty…

Love the rain: Surviving dark times.

These dark days in November, it’s easy to start hating everything. Let’s face it, it’s pretty hard to be pleased about leaden skies, soggy shoes and no sign of the warmth of the sun on your face for a long time to come. I think this holds true for a lot in life these days…

Going on holiday. By mistake.

“WE’VE GONE ON HOLIDAY BY MISTAKE. We’re in this cottage here. Are you the farmer?” “Stop SAYING that Withnail – of COURSE he’s the fucking farmer” So went my mind for most of my recent half term holiday in North Norfolk, without my husband, with two of my friends, and also with an idiotic number…

NEWS: UK inflation inflates UK to enormous balloon-like proportions

The UK has been inflated to the size of an exceptionally large child’s balloon and is in danger of floating off into space, leading economists announced today. The country, already stretched to bursting point, has been inflated past the point of no return by recent increases in the cost of every single thing any normal citizen…