I haven’t warmed up yet. I’m still chilled to the bone from standing around in the freezing cold night with other witnesses, all of us incredulous, shocked, horrified, wondering, hoping…hoping…so very hoping…and because my statement has yet to be taken, my phone has been zipping and binging and driving me mad all evening as I’ve…
Election week. The week of dawning horror for so many, and the realisation of nightmares. A week the world has lost a great songwriter. A week which will be emblazoned into many people’s memories, for one reason or another. A funny sort of week to start being filled with thankfulness again – to the point…
This month has had half a foot in the hereafter…this week in particular. Muddled into question marks hanging over my future, and consistent over-thinking about my past, the week stood out – its general unremarkability contrasted with the surreality of a day of commemoration.
I’d kind of like to do this all in an aside; a great big stage whisper into your ear, with the knowledge that I can be overheard and a slight twinkle in my eye that I know it, you know it, and everyone else listening in knows it, but that we all ALSO know that…
My inner world has shrunk to one of those grey, overcast afternoons where you want to go out but can’t because the rain is lashing against the windows and no-one wants to play anyway. My desire to write has drained from whichever part of the soul has a grimy plughole, leaving a swirl of greasy…
Today the Ten Things of Thankful hop is skipping sideways to team up with #1000Speak, and Michelle Grewe (of Crumpets and Bollocks) with her blessings challenge, which has been going all month. It has been a wonderful challenge with suggestions of ways to bless other people, to identify the blessings we enjoy, and to really begin…
My dearly beloved BlogWife calls me a ‘dog person’. Not that I like dogs particularly, but that there are behaviours of mine which put me firmly in the category of ‘more like a dog than a cat’ (which is how she classifies people (sometimes)). I seem to remember discussions on this point involving things like…
As I write, having missed a week (and, whatEVER to that – cos sometimes we need a week), I’m in a magical place of in-betweenness. I’m here at my keyboard, on the sofa, snuggled up in floofy cushions in WonderAunty’s office (with her new amazing standy-to-sitty whizzy desk-topper thing, which lets her move around and…
The days seem to get increasingly darker, with more and more atrocities being committed in ever more appalling ways. The days here are getting increasingly darker, noticeably now, as the sunsets come earlier each evening and night extinguishes the last rays of light from the sky ever-sooner.
“Don’t you feel as though this week has just flown by?” I looked up slowly, allowing the question to percolate alongside the knowledge, like a sudden slap, that WonderAunty’s week has clearly been an other-end-of-the-spectrum experience from mine. Chin still in hand, fingers dangling in my book to keep my place, I watched her whizz around…
