Jacinda Ardern: A decision well made
The news that Jacinda Ardern has resigned has shocked the world and despite not being a staunch follower of NZ politics I admit that my eyebrows rose this morning when I scrolled through my news feed. https://www.theguardian.com/world/2023/jan/19/jacinda-ardern-resigns-as-prime-minister-of-new-zealand It struck me as surprising as what I had previously read suggested that she was committed to politics,…
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The Great Scott Tread Mills Challenge!
Back in 2005 middlest was a year old and eldest was 4. I spent a lot of time at home with them both and as I kept them busy, the Radio kept me company which it had done since I was a kid. As a teenager I loved Radio 1 l- I shed tears when…
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Don’t tell Miss
I remember, I couldn’t cope with knowing what you were doing. I wanted to give what I knew to someone else. ‘cause, if it stayed part of me any longer it would rot my insides A sin I held onto , that felt like the food you didn’t want in you. Small bits of information you fed me…
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Better late than never!
I laughed out loud at The Observers Emma Beddington recollection of her Mothers Day experiences- (Observer,https://www.google.com/amp/s/amp.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2022/mar/27/mapping-out-my-life-in-mothers-days-emma-beddington )- moments she recalls and those she would rather forget. It’s an article which many will relate to and with and when you have travelled the full stretch of child rearing , like Emma , you look back and…
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And then there were two
“Life moves pretty fast, if you don’t stop and look around once in a while ……. you could miss it.” Matthew Broderick; Ferris Buellers Day Off. Eldest has left home…………. they actually left before Christmas, but it’s taken me a while to face it squarely, an age to clean his old room and even longer…
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All change please
I met a lady the other day who has given up her career in health visiting to become a therapist in alternative medicine. . She described her training as, ‘life changing’ and listening to her; watching her speak, her experience is visceral -for her and for me. The joy she gleaned from learning about something…
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What’s the story?
(A spoken word piece) I have always been a stickler for a story. In class at Primary, I would set my imagination to work, creating lengthy tales for my creative writing lessons. Time spent picking at words, shifting them on the fine lines of the creative blue workbook; That was the same as my best…
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Got to keep going
How many ways can I keep you entertained, How do I keep the wolves at bay, How do I keep the balance When its tipping left to right, Back towards a far off month Unnamed, Where the hope of a new day lies In a seed of thought, which allows for just about anything
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I still have faith in you
I am thinking out loud, trying make sense of a block. A block that emerged years ago I think but did not become apparent until late last year. Abba released a new album on November 5th 2021. I started to write about it, then I stopped. I listened to it, then I pressed pause. I…
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School days part 1
For smallest, who has started school. Ride the wave Here we stand at the divide,Lining up to receiveother influences.Like swarms of insectsin the distance,coming closer. A black cloud of MumsWringing hands on the edgeOf a playgroundWaves of memoriesFlicked back through sandsThen pulled under. Its at times like theseOur substance shows itself,Troubles ripple againstThe threat of…
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Here goes!
Below is an extract from a novel I am writing. It is only a tiny extract but any feedback would be greatly appeciated. The guy came out the back, he was all breathy and enlarged, with pale eyes and blonde spikey hair. His torso looked uncomfortable and overstated on top of tiny legs. He introduced…
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Sarah Harding
“Here I am, a walking primrose.…” Sarah Harding in Girls Aloud’ , The Promise. Yesterday Sarah Harding, who I will always remember as the core member of Girls Aloud, died at the age of 39 of advanced stage breast cancer. I spent my evening trawling the internet news, watching micro-videos of her life as a…
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Harry and Meg Part 2
The other day I bumped into an old work collegaue at the beach. We chatted, our conversation turned to work and they were surprised when I said I had taken the year off. Intially, I explained my decision as it was – based on my desire to be with my children. Following the silence I…
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Everybody hates a tourist
On this beach of sand packedtight, smooth as marble floor,a spa touched now by masses ofuncertain feet carryingbags, windbreaks, trolleys, mats, inflatables.We stare at their arrival with a titleDressed as an edgy absolutionfor what will do for now, they say.Here they still are- closer nowrunning in circles on the sand ofour forever green light;our only…
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Mum’s the word 