If only I could swear in another language. 
Or maybe two, or three..you know if I really needed to let rip. To let it all out. To vent my spleen.
Constant craving.
Constant frustration.
It’s bad form to tell you what, in colourful lurid detail. So it would be helpful to explode in fluent French (for example). I don’t know anyone in France who would be offended.
Suffice to say .…
STUFF!
In BIG capital letters with exclamation marks, maybe even a couple of asterisks, and a few intimated read-between-the-lines f words. Read more… (573 words, 1 image, estimated 2:18 mins reading time)
Where the hell did the time go? 
I sat with you as you ably discussed your college course with your tutor today. You were polite, and quietly confident. I couldn’t help remembering your first day at school. As I remembered that day all those years ago, you changed before me. Before my eyes your legs shrunk back to the those little podgy calves, the bristles on your chin replaced by a five year old’s freckles, your man’s hands back to the fingers that struggled to hold the wriggly pencil. Read more… (770 words, 1 image, estimated 3:05 mins reading time)
The anxiety hit as we left the motorway at Newbury.
We had only been away for two days. We’d had a fabulous time in Stratford Upon Avon but now it was time to go home. I didn’t really want to go home. Sure, I wanted to see the kids. I just didn’t want to see the mess, the housework, the dishes, the piles of laundry…assuming of course there was a house still standing, considering.…. Read more… (750 words, estimated 3:00 mins reading time)
For me it is a crucial litmus test.
More important than the marmite, vegemite thing.
I need coffee like desert needs the rain
Far more revealing than the lemon versus chocolate debate. I can even see the merits of both sides and argue both sides magnanimously, when it comes to the holiday in the snow versus the beach argument.
But there is one thing I cannot consider from the opposite point of view.
One crucial thing that comes between us. Read more… (758 words, 1 image, estimated 3:02 mins reading time)
I didn’t used to get spam on this blog, and honestly I felt spurned. Looked over, ignored.
What did I have to do to get me some spam?
Was I not ‘successful’ enough as a blogger to attract the attention of the spammers. For as anyone will tell you like Life Insurance brokers only target people who have absolutely no susceptibility to sudden, random death, spammers only target the hopelessly successful who do not need their linkage, traffic or libido enhancement materials.
OMG is the clue in that last sentence? Read more… (592 words, estimated 2:22 mins reading time)
When I was a kid we typically didn’t take family holidays. 
Not because we couldn’t afford it, but because my father could not take time off his busy executive role. If we did go on holiday it was always just my Mum, my sister and me. We were fortunate to travel to Australia, and Fiji, and to US. Typically we lazed about the house and lay by the pool. When we were little Mum would take us down to the beach where we’d have damper on a stick and roast marshmellows. Read more… (622 words, 1 image, estimated 2:29 mins reading time)
The guy ahead of me in the shopping queue obviously takes a lot of pride with his appearance. So why does he allow it to happen? 
His hair is carefully full of gel. Personally I think gel in men’s hair is a little 1980s and is up there with pink polo shirts and white ‘slacks’ but hey it’s his hair, what there is left of it. Read more… (683 words, 1 image, estimated 2:44 mins reading time)
I’ve recently been watching the BBC series Tribal Wives, and it got me to thinking. If I was to instruct a woman coming into our culture, here in the UK, what instructions would I give them? 
In Tribal Wives a British woman is transported from her home in the western world to an indigineous tribal society somewhere where there’s a dirth of Coca Cola billboards and running water. Inevitably she discovers how to cope without her eyelash curlers, and comes to terms with the ‘shared humanity’ of womenkind around the world. Read more… (849 words, 1 image, estimated 3:24 mins reading time)
I’m out visiting the lovely wee shopping mecca of Newbury, licking my wounds and hiding. 
When things get tough, the tough get shopping! I just needed out to process some stuff and I find wandering the shops soothing. It doesn’t frustrate me that I cannot buy anything. Read more… (627 words, 1 image, estimated 2:30 mins reading time)
