Don’t avoid the person in the mirror, never spending more than a few seconds to acknowledge her existence because to do that would be to absorb her ugliness and failings when you already know them all, are able to recite them on request, a worn cassette of self loathing that you knowingly feed every day;... Continue Reading →
Brooks (Shawshank Redemption) was right “the world went and got itself in a big damn hurry”; which is especially true in the case of technology. My first phone was a Siemens C45 – an absolute fossil by today’s models but at least you didn’t need an instruction manual to use it! Now I have a... Continue Reading →
The phrase death and taxes doesn’t sit right with me; I’ve never once been on the phone to Tax Credits, usually multitasking the pots with putting a wash on while on hold for 20+ minutes, the phone cradled between my shoulder and ear, and some scythe wielding deity of the underworld has materialised in my... Continue Reading →
I wouldn’t say my husband is naive when it comes to most things, that is usually my guilty trait, however, when it came to our nephew’s christening he boldly underestimated the god squad. All he had to do was tell a little fib in response to the question of whether or not he’d been christened,... Continue Reading →
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