Be still my singing heart. Middle child, ‘AKA the fridge magnet’ has come to pay homage to the refrigerator. He belongs to a secret society. A global, ritualistic cult of small boys that must, on an hourly basis, between sunrise and sunset, make pilgrimage to stand before the cold metal box. I am convinced he… Read More Hunger Pangs and Snack Monsters
Firstborn briefly attended ballet school. Actually, it was a ‘conservatoire’ let us pause for a minute to embrace the supreme scent of wankery in that title. (British noun: conservatoire; plural noun: conservatoires) 1. a college for the study of classical music or other arts, typically in the continental European tradition. “she studies piano and violin… Read More Dance Moms, Look away now.
My washing machine died. Not in a young and reckless fashion, in blaze of lint ignited glory. No, more in an exhausted middle-aged woman way. It just began to wheeze a little, its parts becoming less flexible and lubricated, until eventually they fell off. It tried hard but it could no longer approach a mixed… Read More Confessions of a Laundry Slut
Owls and Larks. We all know the world is roughly divided into two types of people. There are the chipper, 6am ‘morning people’ (larks) and their resolutely unchipper counterparts (owls), who often fantasize about killing them. Chronotypes – the time of day individuals like to wake; sleep and be active, has been a favourite area… Read More Are you an Owl, a Lark, or a Pelican ?
Hi, I’m Patch, Sindy’s little sister. I’m here to tell you a few things, you won’t find in this blog, and some you will. I’m a brownie guide, so I’m absolutely trustworthy. Ok, so my weird, “everyone look to the right” sidelong glances are a little creepy, but nobody’s perfect. Writey’s list of Wrongs 1.… Read More I do solemnly swear..
I had planned it out, my first blog post. It would be upbeat, inspiring, slightly amusing but at the same time a call to action to claw some creativity into our lives. My slimy little blog would plop into the birthing pool of life, along with the other 175,000 thousand blogs born that day with… Read More Why life is Sometimes Poo