Object Permanence
He's gone again. It was a Friday morning full of leaving. No matter how hard I try it always fore-shadows the day. I am saying…
This is it, this is us!
He is snoozing in an armchair next to me as the boat engine rumbles away behind us. Fuelling the warm radiators, the hot water, the…
It wouldn’t be enough
A long time ago, in a small market town, there lived a woman who thought she knew what it was to be loved and that…
When next we meet – I will wear purple
It's been 119 days since we met. Since I breathed in your scent at the delicious point where your shoulder meets your neck. Under the…
Owning pleasure – an about us post
I remember it so clearly. I was lying on my bed even though it was lunchtime, I was still wearing my underwear which was also…
Lessons I have learnt from grief
Those of you that follow me on twitter will have seen my message about my mum's death. She became ill with Corvid-19 around a week…
Go for a walk, then write about it
I was reminded the other day about the state known as subfrenzy. This is most notable in women who become aware of the concept of…
SinfulSunday – baking bread
In common with any of us I am experimenting with baking bread whilst at home. An important part of this is the equipment required which…
Love in a time of Corona Virus – when your relationship is LDR or complicated
I don't know about you but I am aware of tears not being far away most of the time. Outwardly I am doing OK, if…