Facelickers.


health, hope, uncategorised, words

There are two types of people in the world. Two sides, when the lines are drawn and we reveal our essence. There are those for whom social distancing has an element of relief, for whom a quieter life, small gatherings have a majesty and truth. A calmness maybe, that is as part of who they […]

5th February 2021

Feeling Feisty


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Standing outside my office last week, as the rain started again and large splotches threatened to soak me, I felt a bit like a victim of the world. Not a martyr to the summer that nearly but never was, but a twotime loser. I have curly hair, and a crutch (again). I looked to the […]

5th September 2011

Sirens


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My faith in my city is strong, and my doubt in her is only a flicker. Like the occasionally blue flashing lights which catch a reflection on the street across my own and splashes onto my lounge window. If I stand in my back garden tonight the sirens are still surround sound. If we stand […]

7th August 2011

The hunt for the perfect cardigan


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Josie writes a blog, called ‘sleep is for the weak’. On it she has a writing workshop which I gingerly read and occasionally toy with entering posts to. My reticence is a remnant of the 6th form – all hanging at the back not feeling cool enough with my still too shiny DMs, my embarrassing […]

27th June 2011

Do you enjoy breastfeeding?


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I’ve been asked this a lot. I find the whole subject of breastfeeding very hard, not least as it is so knotted up with so many heartfelt emotional issues. I know many women who carry feelings of guilt, worry, resentment about breastfeeding or being unable to do it as they might have hoped. Me? I […]

23rd June 2011

Getting giggy


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I don’t know much about music and realise I’m fairly herd-ish. Given I was born in 1977, and I don’t like change, I’m a relatively predictable blend of Britpop, Dad rock, occasional drunken punk, mellow acoustics, ’60s classics and songs from films I’ve stolen as my own. Mr Thatwoman is a born muso. Our colour […]

30th May 2011