I have been scrubbing the bottom of a pan for a few hours. I think its given me a wrist strain...is there such a a thing as pan scrubbing wrist, like tennis elbow? It was penance for believing I could be productive one evening in lockdown. I was trying to watch church online, write a … Continue reading the challenge of (re)productivity

Lately I have been thinking a lot about roots and legacy. I feel nostalgia has become a must have accessory to me, like cherry lip balm and hubba bubba in my jeans pocket in the 90s. Maybe it is in part that feeling that you need to know where you've come from, to help get … Continue reading I have not lost ground with where I come from…

Obviously right now its survival, staying at home with our little family and keeping our heads. But Corona (which just makes me think of that Whoopi film 'Caorina, Corrina-which, and I acknowledge that I am digressing but that film has caused me to believe I can change traffic lights by blowing at them??!!) has got … Continue reading What exactly is my plan?

Not the King, or the Queen (Is Carole the Queen?) but the Tiger.* I have the yellowing teeth and whiskers, but my general hair care is not as high a standard as this cat! I feel like I want to rip apart something or growl-both not socially acceptable, not that that matters at this time- … Continue reading I am the Tiger

I am surprised I haven't written a blog in so long, mainly because we are in lockdown and we as a family have been self isolating for over a week now. It's that weird situation where I have had nothing but time, but just entertaining our toddler and keeping her and the baby alive seems … Continue reading For such a time as this

Last weekend, I emerged from Clevedon Sea Pool looking similar to that of a character from Baywatch...or do I mean Springwatch when they are observing the Sea lions? As I bounded out of the water, my body dripping and blue...not dissimilar to a time at Uni when I ran out of body paint for a … Continue reading Someone plunge me in cold water already!

Do you remember those magic 8 balls that you shook to find out an answer, or for the poorer amongst us-those paper origami fortune telling games.. This is way snazzier than the ones I made, mine were our of ripped out pages of exercise books. Or working out by some weird number code whether the … Continue reading When will it be clear

' I'm sitting down eating a lemon curd sandwich, it's not my lunch or my tea oh no. I am having it with a hot chocolate just because of the January woes ' (to be sang to the tune of Lena Marlins 1999 hit any which way you can make it fit) The beginning of … Continue reading Seasonal hangovers, and why January can do one

Today I saw Little Women at the local cinema and I lost my shit about it! I mean I love Greta Gerwig (director) and I love the book(Louisa May Alcott). It helped that 5 friends, no children a glass of wine, a giant mug of ginger and lemon tea and some chocolates and sweets accompanied … Continue reading Tears and red coats