All Being Well…#1 “Trust Yer Gut” I was interviewing for a job a few years ago, it was a pretty basic admin job at a sixth form college. When I turned up I immediately KNEW it was wrong for me. I’ll let you pick up on all the red flags as we go… There wereContinue reading “All Being Well…#1 “Trust Yer Gut””
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Not one wild notion :: Journal 6th Feb – 17th Feb
9th Feb – the closest possible distance The snow continues this morning. I’ve never seen snow so intent on snowing for so long without bothering to settle. It’s not keen to commit to being here on the ground with us. I don’t blame it. I’m tired today. I feel like a loose boiled courgette, allContinue reading “Not one wild notion :: Journal 6th Feb – 17th Feb”
the strange consequences of the present moment :: Journal 3rd Feb – 8th Feb 2021
3rd Feb – like a houseplant you overwater I’m holding on to this relic of the former world, this notebook travelled more places in 2019 than I did in 2020. It’s known the crush of busy tube trains and windswept beaches. It’s hard to keep hope. It’s like a houseplant you overwater, eventually it’ll startContinue reading “the strange consequences of the present moment :: Journal 3rd Feb – 8th Feb 2021”
quiet instead of panic is a blessing :: Journal 30th Jan – 2nd Feb
30th Jan – soft boy This month feels like it should have ended two days ago, at least. Today it has rained a lot and we spent lots of time clearing and faffing around. I baked a wheatsheaf loaf from my Paul Hollywood Bread Book. Husb said it looked a bit like an octopus. Sure itContinue reading “quiet instead of panic is a blessing :: Journal 30th Jan – 2nd Feb”
Vivacious Gusto :: Journal 26th Jan – 29th Jan
26th Jan – not every wave is a tidal wave The roof snow is still melting and the pavements still have their tired cake icing layer. I woke both of us up at around half six this morning by unconsciously kicking my hotwater bottle out of bed, it made a heavy wet rubbery slouchy sortContinue reading “Vivacious Gusto :: Journal 26th Jan – 29th Jan”
It seems too grand a dream at present :: Journal 19th Jan – 25th Jan 2021
19th Jan – it seems too grand a dream at present I daydream about success as I pop the berocca into my water and move into the bedroom, overhearing husb’s morning meeting as I go. I daydream about a splash of attention when I finish my quilt, comments and likes and who knows, interviews forContinue reading “It seems too grand a dream at present :: Journal 19th Jan – 25th Jan 2021”
I collect my thoughts in my mind inexpertly :: Journal 14th Jan – 18th Jan
14th Jan Last night I thought about holidays, train journeys, meeting up for dinner, being close to people you miss. This morning it is raining with a papered over grey-white sky. Every surface is wet but a wet that’s set in, as if it’s been a while since the actual rain, but it’s settled onContinue reading “I collect my thoughts in my mind inexpertly :: Journal 14th Jan – 18th Jan”
a truly sarcastic level of social distancing :: Journal 11th Jan – 13th Jan 2021
11th Jan – eight years together Husb just came in to wish me happy eight years together. We’d both forgotten. This isn’t our wedding anniversary, that is a bigger deal for us these days. This is the date of our first date. It’s just lovely to think about us going on our first date eightContinue reading “a truly sarcastic level of social distancing :: Journal 11th Jan – 13th Jan 2021”
the rapid collapse of society :: Journal 4th Jan – 9th Jan 2021
4th Jan – a calm sense of closure I mean, it’s definitely the quietest birthday I’ve ever had, no trips, no visitors. Last year we saw Ian McKellan’s one man show, packed into a tiny theatre seat amongst strangers. Given the limitations of these days I didn’t want to leave the house much anyway. WeContinue reading “the rapid collapse of society :: Journal 4th Jan – 9th Jan 2021”
the dopey sense of universal love :: Journal 1st Jan – 3rd Jan 2021
1st Jan 2021 – an already cold room Last night we watched the 2019 version of Little Women and the detail of Jo’s inky fingers made me miss having inky fingers from using this pen. The year has begun, an already cold room. A difficult grey place, given the world we’ve had to live in.Continue reading “the dopey sense of universal love :: Journal 1st Jan – 3rd Jan 2021”