Life… Easter Sunday for me means getting up early, going to church and singing my heart out. And then, as is also customary in this country at Easter time, I ate so much roast lamb I thought I might give birth to a sheep. And then I ate sticky toffee pudding and epic numbers of … Continue reading »
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Digging
‘There’s forty acres and redemption to be found just along down the way. There is a place where no ploughblade has turned the ground but you will turn it over, Because out here hope remains.’ Caedmon’s Call, 40 Acres Spring brings with it longer days, and in the brightness of sunshine, all of a sudden … Continue reading »
Number six in the Holy Drinker
If this challenge were a film I think it would end a little like this: The overlooked but kindhearted fellow office worker who I barely speak to/friend’s flatmate/man on the 155 bus/other previously unthought about but ever present male gets up the courage to ask me out. I suddenly realise that this is the man … Continue reading »
Food! Glorious food!
All I have done all week is eat, drink and be merry. Literally. I know girls love telling each other everything they’ve eaten, but this week I really have eaten well. Amazing lasagne and girly chat with LW on Monday. Belly pork at Harrisons with my mum and dad on Tuesday. Awards dinner with champagne … Continue reading »
Is it time to unfriend them on Facebook? (via musings from the PR world)
I have a fairly brutal Facebook policy – a capped number of friends and a ‘one in, one out’ policy which means only the people a) I want to know about and b) I want to know about me, are in the list. Call me anti-social, I just think there are plenty of ways of … Continue reading »
The filter
Maybe it’s just me and I’m awful and mean, but I have a habit of describing people by the bad things about them, rather than the good. ‘You know who I mean,’ I might say, ‘she’s got a droppy left eye and wears terrible earrings.’ ‘Oh yeah,’ you’d reply… Because I know I do this, … Continue reading »
Wishes like lanterns
It’s the season for resolutions, plans, diets, new starts. I saw in 2011 with CC in Hawkshead village square, with ale and folk singing and lanterns, fireworks at less than ten paces and a frosty clear star-spread sky. If wishes were lanterns, all of our dreams would fly
A boyfriend holding your hand is worth leaving two friends out in the bush
According to scientists at the Institute of Cognitive and Evolutionary Anthropology at Oxford University; ‘If you go into a romantic relationship, it costs you two friends.‘ Previous research by Robin Dunbar, the head of the Institute has shown that typically we have a core set of five friends. But if you have a boyfriend or … Continue reading »
There were ten in the bed and the little one said…
Pyjama parties and sleepovers. I’ve still not fully grown out of them, even though I’m decidedly 30. They’re not normally planned – impromptu stopovers at the end of a night out are most frequent, but whenever we have multiple guests staying, inevitably, we share rooms and beds. It’s not sordid, we’re friends and it’s all … Continue reading »
Mission control
Years ago I had a boyfriend who described the ongoing conversation girls have about relationships as being like mission control of a highly secret but crucial military operation. ‘I bet you have a hidden room in your house filled with uniformed women and ticker tape coded messages and a large map spread out across a … Continue reading »
