I had a visit this week from the lovely Dr Lovelace for dinner, a catch up and some fire play. As seems to be tradition for us we both ended up topless, this time setting fire to things in my courtyard. With the sad news of Keith Flints death on Monday it seemed a fitting tribute to... Continue Reading →
It is time to fill in the blanks. I am hesitant to set my intentions for a new year, but this seems far enough away from the bells to not be resolutions so I'm going to fill in the blanks that TMI Tuesday Blog has left for me. 1. I want to repeat _____ .... Continue Reading →
There isn't any body from my past I'd rather forget. Each and every person who has come into my life has helped me grow into the person I am today. The only person I would rather forget is the broken shell of a woman that I became, but even then....the memory keeps me mindful of... Continue Reading →
I have some very strong memories relating to summer, and on an early autumn jaunt for a day of climbing with my boys and one of my play partners Moby- Porcelain came on and I was transported back almost 20 years. Memories of summer afternoons riding with my brother through dappled sunlight, and trips to the... Continue Reading →
Writing is a wonderful way of processing my memories. Sorting them out like strands of spaghetti. And the more wonderfully wicked experiences I enjoy, the longer my writing list seems to become. Hey-ho, it's a hard life.
1. Who was your favorite cartoon character as a child? I always loved Dogtanian. It was one of the only cartoons I remember watching, I was usually out in the mud or chasing my brother round on my bike. He was always the quiet one, and the one who fixed things when the others were less than capable.... Continue Reading →
I knew that Sir had been invited to a meeting nearby, and that he had arranged his trip around when K and I were available. He had mentioned that he felt his contract was coming to an end and that things were set to change again, mentioning that he may have more time to focus... Continue Reading →
One of the stand out memories of my childhood is my brother pinning me down and using his teenage boy smelling shoes to try to torture me. It never worked though, and I would always come out laughing. I'm sure that is the reason I can't tell when milk is on the turn or chicken... Continue Reading →