The things he does (a poem)

He answers her questions, The same ones every day. A million questions, A million smiles. He walks with Furry Tail, Even when Furry Tail objects. And plays the Furry Tail game. Stops Furry barks. He fixes pens and tries food, Expands his wide-eyed wonder. Reminds me that heartache and hope Walk hand in hand. He […]

The Curse of Should

New Year’s Eve. Of course I should write one of two things: A. A piece reflecting on the year that has been. Lessons learned, dreams fulfilled and all that jazz. Or B. An optimistic future thinking piece about the coming year. How this time I really am going to do the thing, whatever the thing […]

Broken and Christmas

For the last ten years, my Christmases have been bittersweet. Or maybe they have just been grown up, sprinkled with the disappointments of unmet expectations, dashed hopes and unfulfilled dreams. I have always felt that somehow I was doing something wrong that I ended up feeling this way. Even on days where I actually got […]

Overthinking Breakfast

As I type this, I’m nose deep in a bowl of steaming microwave oats made with almond milk. We have precisely three different types of breakfast in this house – chocolate based for Little Person, bran based for The Dude and porridge for me. I eat porridge all year round, unless there’s a heatwave. I […]

Over thinking tidying 

I’m turning into my mother. Growing up, she would periodically ransack the house and tidy everything up. I’ve done that a few times but this time, I’m tossing more and arranging less.  So often,  tidying up is just moving stuff around. But sometimes I find the stuff is the problem. Plus we have Christmas coming […]

Overanalysing overanalysing.

As I told somebody yesterday, I’m so overanalytical I over think my over thinking. It’s an easy thing to do, and on the plus side you’re never ever bored because there’s always something to think about. Always another problem to spot lurking on the horizon that will probably never happen. Always another social interaction to […]

Overanalysing my Cooking

When The Dude and I married, he thought I could cook. To be fair, on some level so did I. The truth is, I could do a brilliant roast chicken with roast potatoes and the lot, a decent bangers and mash, and pasta. I couldn’t even fry an egg. You could say I didn’t know […]