Category Archives: writing

Retreating into Myself

Posted on March 24, 2010 by

They don’t call life a rollercoaster for nothing. You have a dip, and then suddenly before you know it, you are climbing back up the ladder of life and squealing with delight at the top of the world. Does the … Continue reading →

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my favourite photo

Posted on January 14, 2010 by

Thanks so much for Hot Cross Mum’s tag – to show and tell my favourite photo. In this digital age when we have more photos than blades of grass in our garden, this was no mean feat. But I’m a … Continue reading →

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Those shoes

Posted on November 26, 2009 by

In answer to another of Josie’s excellent blog prompts at her Writing Workshop at Sleep is for the Weak, here is my answer to “Find a picture of a shoe that best sums up your personality” (of course, I’m late … Continue reading →

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Great Expectations

Posted on November 24, 2009 by

There are many reasons I love Dickens – his word wizardry aside. Who could not love a writer who gave me this perfect antidote in my hour of need when I weigh up washing my dirty laundry in another spin … Continue reading →

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One day….

Posted on November 18, 2009 by

In answer to Josie’s fantastic blog prompts in her Writing Workshop at Sleep is for the Weak, here are my thoughts on my dreams for ‘one day…’ One day, I’d like to fulfil my dream of having a menagerie of … Continue reading →

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Accepting acceptance

Posted on November 16, 2009 by

For someone who rushes everywhere at warp speed – I’ve even been known to eat my breakfast and clean my teeth at the same time – I realised recently I’m actually a bit slow. Daisy starts school next year but … Continue reading →

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Fickle Fancies

Posted on June 12, 2009 by

I’ve come to the conclusion I’m fickle. Not only that, I’m shamelessly shallow and materialistic. I also think I’m a bit smug. It took a new mirror to reflect the real me….Oh how I would mock those grasping celebrity types … Continue reading →

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