I found our digital photo frame the other day. It had not yet been unpacked from our move and was tucked away at the back of a cupboard. I found it because I was tidying EVERYTHING, because I usually have a frenzied outburst of order and cleaning one week before school ends. I have to, … Continue reading Moments in Time
I sat next to a lady the other day. She’s probably a few years younger than me, but she has skin. She is like an olive. Silky, tanned skin, and although I spent most of my time discreetly looking for them, she did not have a blemish, freckle, pimple or mark on her legs or … Continue reading Skin deep
I just need to breathe. I don’t necessarily want to get off. But we’re finding him a place, you know. A place of his own, where he’ll have to cook and clean and wash his own basin and toilet. Where he’ll have to find his running tights all by himself when he ‘loses’ them under … Continue reading Stop the World
...soldier, sailor. Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief, Doctor, lawyer, merchant, chief. No, don’t worry, I’m not breaking out into ditties again this time. This is the counting out song I used when eating banana custard. CLEVER mother of mine! Cheapest dessert, happiest children. Each slice counts for a “career” in the rhyme, so … Continue reading Tinker, Tailor…
Because that’s what you gotta do when you move to another country. Get a new life. Even though the country was just next door and you ate its imported peanut butter and weetbix cereal, and you holidayed on its beaches frequently, living there is quite another thing. One of the biggest changes has been Heath … Continue reading Get a Life.
Hi, my name is Lea. Hi Lea. It’s been 7 months and 28 days since my I last lost my mind. Wow, that’s good going. Well done. Well, until yesterday, that is. I relapsed yesterday. Oh dear. Why don’t you tell us what happened? Well, I had been doing really well up to then. I … Continue reading Mind-losers Anonymous.
No thank you. I will always answer that question with a no. Why? Because I'm strong, independent, capable and people depend upon me to do what I gotta do. Well, I'm starting to realise what a steaming, smelly pile of poo that really is. To God, and to His plan for things. Heath is helpful. My … Continue reading Can I help you?