Friends that is. Big and small. We’re just back from visiting our great friends in Italy, and their four wee ones (some not so wee now). As well as restocking the supplies of risotto rice, grana, and a certain small pasta that goes well in sausage casserole. It’s now nearly 8 years since R and …
Category archives: Writing
Scenes from a bus
Public transport. It’s a marvellous thing for writing inspiration, or even just a little entertainment at the end of a working day. Sights from today’s bus ride home: A Goth at a bus stop with black gloves with a skeleton pattern on the backs of the hands. As I tend to sit upstairs, I got …
Milly Molly Mandy strikes back
Honest, it started as a book review, it is in no way intended to comment on any cabinet reshuffle… Spent some pleasant time with G and S over yesterday afternoon/evening and this morning, and discovered that one of the books in S’s recent acquisitions for her girls is Milly Molly Mandy. For the uninitiated, Milly …
In the wars
Yesterday I did some half-hearted moaning about life in one’s thirties; today there’s another phenomenon that seems to creep up with age. It’s well known (or well alleged) that women end up becoming like their mothers; I think the process is accelerated if you become a mum yourself.  Facing tiredness or shock, whatever the cause, the brain …
Hitting people and running away
It’s not something I want to promote about myself. But a little bit of virtual aggro, via the Heroes application on Facebook, does seem to help when winding down for the day. (I can at this point blame Mr W, who invited me to try this application. It all started with fast cars, too. It’s …