Like lighting a touch paper. Any little thing wrong and I lose it. Beware anyone who washes a dish not quite to my liking, or forgets something I’ve asked them to do, or leaves socks stuffed among the sofa cushions. I’m angry about petty things. Is it hormones? Am I losing my mind? Or, is…
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Not So Perfect
This is not a book review. I finished reading My (not so) Perfect Life by Sophie Kinsella a couple of days ago. Occasionally when I’m reading I like a bit of chick lit, as I often go for quite serious historical fiction. It’s a bit of light relief. Anyway, I’m not going to tell you…
F is for…Freedom
Goodbye January. Hello February. When I was cleaning the house and thinking what to do with my blog this month I started coming up with ‘F’ words to go with February – good ones, honestly. Some were to do with the weather here like frost and flippin’ freezing, but no one wants to concentrate on…
Let the socks fall
It’s only the third week of the year and in some respects I feel like I’ve already fallen behind. People are posting their achievements on social media – whether it’s to do with their job, a new project, their studies, fitness, or whatever – already! Meanwhile I’m just thinking about getting started, and not sure with…
What I don’t deserve
‘Go on get it, you deserve it!’ I feel uncomfortable around this phrase used to justify a splurge on anything from a piece of clothing to a vacation or some other thing. The deserve word is so subjective when we use it this way. Do I deserve an expensive dress more than a starving family needs food? Of…
The Grace Space
Space is something we have got here in abundance. The open road and miles upon square miles of forests between each town. Barely ever a traffic jam. If told that it will take x amount of hours to get from here to there, thats exactly how long it takes, unless it’s the middle of a…
Surprised by justice
There’s nothing I like more than a surprise party, but I am a terrible person to surprise – just ask my husband. Before a birthday I’ll try to work out every scenario that may have been planned, let my imagination take flight and end up disappointed with what actually does happen. It’s a flaw in my character….
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