Last night my eldest child, Helen, starting making her own poetry book. She’s always been inspired by books and from time to time I find bits of A4 paper, folded in half with stories written in them and pictures drawn on the pages. Yesterday, however, she was inspired to write a poem.
As 2015 has just got underway, it seems the correct time to reflect on this little old blog of mine and what I’ve done with it. I had planned to write this post last November when my blog reached its second anniversary. I never got around to it because some kindly young scamps stripped the
The other day I was going through some manuscripts I wrote years ago. The story below was among them. It is loosely based on an experience I had when I was a local news reporter in my early twenties. I was working during the quiet period between Christmas and New Year and only the one
This post was inspired by #ThePrompt linky hosted by the Mumturnedmom blog. The prompt word on this occasion was Christmas, no huge surprise bearing in mind the time of year. Click on the badge at the end to visit the linky. I have an uneasy relationship with Christmas. On the one hand I think it
The women agreed to have one final glass of wine. It had been a wonderful lunch and they were all, especially Michelle, the host, a little light headed. Childminders and husbands were rung and arrangements made to ensure children would be collected from school. The chatter and gossip continued around the huge dining table in
