…as if she were shielding the damaged part of herself, or trying to contain the pain that issued from it. Every turn of her thoughts increased her sense of horror, her belief that she couldnt recover, had no more resources to draw on. Why was this worse than the other times? But it was.
Monthly Archives: November 2011
Nov 27
Christmas. Yes, this will be a fad intermittently until the time is actually upon us. We went to the markets at last this week, but they were so busy that we just had a sausage and a beer and then escaped. Need to pick a quieter time to go. Also, I booked my trains to [...]
Nov 25
on the kitchen table that your grandfather did make
Today I worked from home. For the first time ever. It’s, like, my ideal situation. Only nagging problem was the fact that the boy happened to be off too. Turns out, he’s like a toddler when you’re trying to work from home. In the end, I set him a baking task to keep him occupied [...]
Nov 24
hold you again. kiss you again. my love is solid as a rock.
I’m not a very video person. But since this is just so perfect, I couldn’t not. Honestly, this is the stuff of top tens. Everything about this song is what I love. It would be perfect in a field with a pint of cider. It would be perfect if my boy was singing it. It [...]
Nov 21
when you’re tired of the high life, of sunshine and diamonds.
My first look at Harper’s Bazaar, December 2011. Apparently I’m not the only one harping back to their Di Caprio in The Beach crush circa the year 2000 (it actually began in 1997 – Titanic, duhhh). Also featuring the best eye make-up I think I’ve ever seen. WANT. (Gayle, take note). And the cutest picture [...]
Nov 20
Freelance. The work experience I did last week resulted in me being offered some paid freelance work. This means I will actually be paid in sterling for writing words down in a suitable fashion. For asking someone questions and transcribing and turning it into something people can read. This will be an absolute first. An [...]
Nov 19
the highest branch on the apple tree, it was my favourite place to be
My work experience has to come to what may or may not have been a fruitful end. More on that another day. But tonight I am making my return to my actual job. Not so smug now, am I? Needs must, but hopefully change is afoot. So, I have spent my last hours of denial [...]
Nov 17
i’d beg for some forgiveness, but begging’s not my business
Right, I know I’m banging on about it, but I was home before 6pm today. Came in to a spotless flat (entirely thanks to the boy) which is heavenly in itself. I’ve put a wash on. I’m getting the dinner ready for when the boy comes home soon. Then I’ll watch some crap tv without [...]
Nov 15
i’m ready to go anywhere, i’m ready for to fade into my own parade
Well hello. Firstly, apologies for missing the fads on Sunday. Think I’ve already mentioned it, but I landed myself a bit of work experience this week. You know, one of those Monday to Friday, nine to five thingies. So I spent Sunday swotting up and polishing my shoes (believe whichever of those you like). It’s [...]
Nov 11
if i should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field/ That is forever England. There shall be/ in that rich earth, a richer dust concealed;/ A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware/ Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam/ A body of England’s, breathing English air,/ Washed by the rivers, blest by suns [...]
