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The day I was just rubbish at this

on Sep 3, 2013

I know. I suck. I’m awful. I’m the world’s worst blogger. Just let me get this week out of the way, okay? Day job (summary: it’s good), part-time job (long story: more next time), writing job (LOADS of work has fallen into my lap – typical), parenting job (my favourite job of all) – all are conspiring to make writing here the world’s biggest challenge. I try to find fifteen minutes in the day to get back into the swing of things, but it’s so bloody hard. I’m routinely collapsing in a heap at eight, and usually asleep by half nine. Stamina. I have none. I have two deadlines looming, but once they’re out of the way, I’ll come back. I promise. Until then: how are you doing, kiddo? And the family? Work? Tell me all about it …

Protected: The day things were looking up

on Jul 29, 2013

If the post here is protected, it’s probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password on my contact page!

The day we pretended to be grown-ups

on Jul 22, 2013

Kids and dogs make home improvement so laborious. In the last ten years, our small-but-perfectly formed little house has … well, declined. You know the kind of thing. The scuff marks by the front door – the kind of marks that would’ve sent me hurling into a cycle of shame and embarrassment pre-motherhood – now get darker and darker, until the hallway looks more like a railway tunnel than the entrance to a (mostly) habitable home. The lounge carpet – originally only tolerated until we could lay oak flooring, darling – today looks less endless sky blue, and more cesspool blue. There was a time I cared about all this stuff. That time is not now. We made some in-roads a couple of months back – painted the hall, stairs and landing, sanded and repainted skirting boards, that sort of thing – but we lost focus, and our efforts tailed off. M, as...

The day with the hoarding

on Apr 10, 2013

I’m a terrible hoarder. Whilst not quite storing mouldering newspapers, I’m not quite able to throw away university lecture notes, either. Our house is pretty small, so in the twelve(!) years we’ve been living here, things have … accumulated. Over the last few weeks we’ve slowly been de-cluttering ourselves, getting rid of old books, toys, DVDs and the like. It’s making a difference. Our dining room bookcases – once stuffed with my plentiful fiction collection – has now been pared down enough to accommodate the photo frames that had hitherto been collecting dust (quite literally) all across the top. Obviously, it’s not quite the textbook definition of minimalism, but it’s at least a start. I’ve also done things I hardly ever do. Like, clear up down the side of the TV cabinet, rather than just on top and inside it. I...

Protected: The day things might be getting better(?)

on Feb 17, 2013

If the post here is protected, it’s probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password on my contact page!

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