When we were dancing the other night my mate next door mentioned that like her I started to get depressed after what The Witch Controller did to us. We both did. We’d spent a lot of time with her. I’d written a poem about us as I felt friendship I’d…
Laughing out loud
Last night my next door neighbour and I got a bit drunk and danced around my living room to Alanis Morissette on very loud and dressed in our pj’s. No one can hear us and we have a really good laugh. If this is me having a nervous breakdown then…
A letter to me..
I’ve a feeling my sis picked the wrong person to message to about me in her usual passive aggressive tones. It goes as follows: ”Hi S, hope you’re ok. I know your friends with Jo and I was wondering if she is having a mental breakdown or something. She’s posted…
..not even an ounce of empathy
I used to wonder at the encouraging comments re the new couple in town. He had coke falling out of his massive hooter and she was the bitch from hell. This woman had treated people that worked for her very badly. Left both men and women in tears, including my…
Potatoes
We started a bit earlier today on this Saturday afternoon. My pal neighbour A and I. Having a barbecue and several beers looking at the tomato forest. 3pm no less. It’s usually 4pm. We used to get told off about even that on the odd occasion we did by The…
Keighley
My next door neighbour and I sat outside tonight and had a few drinks. It wasn’t raining for once and she loves the kids and they her. We looked out on my forest of green tomatoes, some as big as a lemon and imagined them should there be some sun…
Rainy days…
I started a new painting today. I had this light on. That light on. Every bloody light on. Basically it should be daylight for most of the day. It’s Summer. It’s like the 40 days of night in the UK right now. We will drown under a sea of rainwater…
Endurance
I was having a lovely time adding to my basket on Temu but my internet is fucked so I thought I might as well write instead. Although I’m on Talk Talk of course it all boils down to good old BT in the end. Doesn’t it always?! That good old…
Genetics
Poverty, male abuse and murder from a female perspective…I jest I’m currently reading a factual account of some horrendous Australian serial murders from back in 1992. But I am wanting to write about the poverty that surrounded both the victims and perpetrators and the constant abuse. The absolute male abuse…
Taking the piss
I’m not sure what us old women are supposed to do any more. How we are supposed to not get very, very angry. The kids don’t see it they don’t have the time. They just work harder and harder for very little in return. Meanwhile: A man wins Miss Netherlands…