I’m tired of tomatoes and hoping for some sun. I want the wind and the rain to come. Falling leaves and conkers, beanie hats and jumpers, Frigid air and toes that are numb in my wellies. I want to hibernate. I want to shut the windows and draw the curtains…
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Thoughts
“It’s always hard to remember love – years pass and you say to yourself, was I really in love, or was I just kidding myself? Was I really in love, or was I just pretending he was the man of my dreams? Was I really in love, or was I…
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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…
A Single Life
Single life No pit shaving and stinging deodorant No unwanted sex No fake tanning No cooking No make up No cleaning No fucking about with toenail polish No being told what to do No fanny ripping wax No being told when you’ve had too many No Saturday supermarket hell No…
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…
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…
My thoughts
my thoughts… Like scabby rocks, little pieces of sharp metal,my thoughts. Like the scratchy fake long fingernails of uselessness, my thoughts. Tinny sounds that make my ears sting and my teeth grind, my thoughts. Pointy, spiky. Barbed wiry with bits of wool stuck to them blowing in the wind a…