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The Day There Were PLANS, Baby

on Jan 5, 2015

If nothing else, today was awesome because everyone had to go back to work and I didn’t. (And just to rub it in a little more, I’ve also booked off tomorrow, too. I know: you hate me. I don’t care, though). It’s been a quiet day. Spent the day not doing very much, initially a little bit of stitching and then, latterly, trying to clear some documentaries off the Sky+ Planner. S was in school and M in work from 2pm, so it was unnaturally quiet once M had left – my first alone time since before Christmas, I guess. Thankfully I had birthday dog Wesker (Four! He’s FOUR!) to keep me company – and my toes warm – until it was time to pick S up. Whilst I was off from the day job, IGN never sleeps, so whilst I didn’t write anything today, I subbed and pitched a few things. Also decluttered my inbox, which – despite my best efforts to...

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 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!

The day it WAS King Richard III in that car park. Christ.

on Feb 4, 2013

King Richard III’s beens found under the asphalt of a fucking car park. Seriously. Look at those words, for Christ’s sake. It’s incredible. Okay, so he wasn’t Britain’s most revered monarch, but if Horrible Histories has taught me anything, it’s that he wasn’t quite the douche history/Shakespeare dictates, and the idea that the location of his burial was somehow lost and tarmaced over is just … madness. Also, am I the only one who thinks it’s kind of awesome that a king died in battle? That he wasn’t huddled in a bunker hundreds of miles away? He didn’t shy from his duty. Yeah, I know our current day princes are in the Forces but … I don’t know. Maybe I’m being unfair, but I find it hard to imagine any contemporary nobility sat stride our modern day equivalent of a horse and galloping into danger. I...

The day with … not much, really

on Feb 2, 2013

Lazy day. Hard to believe that a weekend can be distinctly different when you don’t have an office job to go to but … here I am. Living proof. Highlight was watching the opening two episodes of The Following which had been sitting on our planner, unviewed, for a little while now. Can’t believe we let them idle like that. Perfectly gross and intriguing in equal measures, it’s 2012/3’s answer to Jack Bauer with some extreme Dexterish homicide stuffed in for good measure. We’d only watched it as a time-filler before the rugby, too – in truth, I wasn’t that bothered. After munching lunch and wondering how to waste time before the Rugby came on (Ireland SMASHED Wales; oh, the irony of “wasting time” when the game was nothing but a colossal waste of time anyway), we thought we’d give it a whirl. M – whose stomach is...

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