I was gardening today with little Noah recuperating with me in the sunshine and my neighbour appeared to see how he was. We sat for a little and then she said she hadn’t been round to our other neighbour because she felt bullied and upset. I explained that the last…
Author: HonestInk
Sometime around now
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Long Live The King
I loved watching the King’s coronation. it gave me tingles and on and off I cried a little. It’s the history. That’s what gets me. A throne from the 1400. Some words first uttered in 940AD. The emblem on top of the golden carriage made of timber from Nelson’s ship….
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Menopause and the chill of gardening
I’ve been reading a book about middle age and this paragraph struck me: ‘Menopause, at its best, can be a sacred pause in the hurtling trajectory of life. It is a time when all the “dross” can be shed, all those years of compromising, adapting, pretending to be something we’re…
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That dream again
That dream again. I’m always going ‘home’ or ‘back’ In any case I’m leaving where I am now. There is so much to pack To fit into a small case or supermarket bag Too heavy to carry. It’s taking too long whilst I go through wardrobes and drawers Making sure…
I remember in my 50's
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Dad on the answering machine
So I return to my home one day and see that my dad has called. He’s left a message on the answering machine. As always he sounds exasperated. As if I’m never in or I don’t call him straight back, which is not the case. Straight away I feel small…
Fabulousness
Female friendships created by the random acts of life Throwing us together, willy-nilly It’s a very special thing. These three women with history and stories. We didn’t meet at school, through work or in the pub. We aren’t meeting for coffee or doing lunch. But this calmness This chilled normality…
Weird shit…
It was back in the days of MSN groups. Somewhere around 2004ish. Fuckface Zuckerberg was still being fed pulped organic avocado and spinach and happily filling his nappy. So I had made a private group just for me and a few female friends. It was one of the first online…
Forgetting
My sister asked me once why I wrote about these things. Why I didn’t let them go. It wasn’t phrased as sound advice. Just disdain. My weakness revealed to the world. I told her that we are not all made of stone. As hard as nails. Happier to forget than…
St Narcissi
Saint Narcissi, Mother Of The Year I am royalty. I keep my comings and goings secret in case I get mobbed. I don’t stay around long. Just quick visits for important events. I’m an extremely busy person. I have to get back to my important job of visiting zoos and…
Vampires
Neediness – the great divider The killer of passion and respect Text after text of unbridled love, after 8 pints of man company. Sickly sweet and nauseous. Sucks the life out of me, makes me panic, frantic words written in my journal creating a spell for safety. Back off Fuck…