August 2010

The end of the holiday

31 August 2010

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... (739 words, estimated 2:57 mins reading time)

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What comes between us?

30 August 2010

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... (747 words, 1 image, estimated 2:59 mins reading time)

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I’ll Show You Mine..

28 August 2010

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... (581 words, estimated 2:19 mins reading time)

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Holiday success?

27 August 2010

When I was a kid we typically didn’t take family holidays. vegemitevix holiday success

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... (611 words, 1 image, estimated 2:27 mins reading time)

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What do you do in a Queue?

26 August 2010

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... (672 words, 1 image, estimated 2:41 mins reading time)

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Tribal Wives in Britain

24 August 2010

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? Trbal Wives in Britain

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... (838 words, 1 image, estimated 3:21 mins reading time)

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Men still make passes at girls who wear glasses

23 August 2010

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... (616 words, 1 image, estimated 2:28 mins reading time)

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Why do I bother?

22 August 2010

I’m not going to go into a long explanation about why I’m feeling like this, but suffice to say I’m feeling extraordinarily vulnerable. I need to write here, now, why I bother with this blogging business.

I’ve said it before. I’ve talked about my hopes and aspirations for this blog. I’ve even talked a little about the wonderful things that this blog has taught me and the fantastic friends I’ve made.

I’m not going to give up.  Read more... (771 words, estimated 3:05 mins reading time)

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The First Kiss

19 August 2010

Ugh! I feel so cheap. The mandate for this week’s Writing Workshop is to write about ‘the first kiss’.

I have been kissed so many times in my life. On buses, on trains, on planes, on the bed, by the bed, under the bed, astride the bed. In the sea, in the shower, on beach, on a boat. A whole global experience of magical kisses.

Not all of them were magical. But most were. But the biggest problem is I cannot for the life of me remember, the first time.

Kiss!!!!  Read more... (1134 words, 2 images, estimated 4:32 mins reading time)

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Watching Shakespeare in a box with NO VPL!

18 August 2010

The stage was set for an elegant evening.

My Englishman and I were in Stratford Upon Avon donning the glad rags for a night out watching the Royal Shakespeare Company’s production of As You Like It.

I’d pulled out the Jasper Conran grey sexy number I’d squirrelled away in the wardrobe. I’d bought it back when I’d had money but hadn’t had an opportunity to wear it. It’s hard to vacuum in a low-cut silky number. Your boobs escape the balcony bra and there is always the faint fear that you may end up vacuuming them up.  Read more... (1011 words, estimated 4:03 mins reading time)

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