Breaking Down

We were supposed to be visiting a foster carer looking after a young cat for the RSPCA today (the "Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals", if you live outside the UK). We used this lever to galvanise the children into action - cleaning their rooms, and helping tidy the rest of the …

Sideways

Every time I sit down to write a blog post at the moment, something happens - or rather, something distracts me. You may have noticed the appearances of huge swathes of my memoirs from this year's NaNoWriMo appearing over the last few weeks - this is where I confess that the only reason they appeared …

Keeping My Mouth Shut

I almost wrote a furious post at lunchtime about something that happened at the weekend - a series of things that happened at the weekend really - a direct response to the behaviour of a number of people I had the ill fortune to cross paths with. Rather than write anything I might later regret, …

Bumhole

No, this blog post is not about questionable sexual escapades - apologies if that's what you were expecting. It's also not about a lunatic shooting somebody with a banana. Trust me - given the title, it's REALLY difficult to find a picture that fits. When I get in from work, I never quite know what …

Goodbye Sam

While running back and forth through the hallway to our front door last Thursday, Sam sat in the way - cleaning himself. He didn't seem too keen to move, and we just thought he was being belligerent. On Friday night, I noticed him walk past me in the kitchen, with a wet patch next to …

The Good and the Bad

While cycling home from work this evening through the early-evening darkness, an entire family walked out in front of me. The family comprised of two adults in warm coats, followed by a rag-tag train of small witches, zombies, and superheroes. Ah yes - of course - it's Halloween. Along the way I passed many other …

Oh to be 13 Again

It's been a strange day. I got up early, and after having a shower and getting dressed, noodled around with this and that around the house - putting things away, emptying the dishwasher, putting a load in the washing machine - the usual morning chores. While folding clothes in the lounge, Miss 13 appeared in …

Contradictions

It's almost half past seven in the evening, dinner is finished, the washing up is done, the kitchen is clean, the washing machine is on, and I'm in the dark of the study tapping away at the keyboard while the Spotify "Favourite Coffee House" playlist fills the room. Miss thirteen didn't go to football practice …

Finding a Reason

My writing used to be so much better than it is now. Well crafted posts. Explorations of thoughts and experiences, wrapped in a literary style that I’ve lost somewhere along the way. Perhaps it is time to reclaim some of it. The ability must be lurking somewhere in the depths of my head – no …