It’s all gorn quiet on the blog front, I know, but I’ve got a tidy reason for once. On 10 January I gave birth to my first child – Ava Grace - resulting in much chaos, wonder and midwife-targetted abuse. The latter was very therapeutic, I admit, even though there’s not enough money, maternal instinct or [...]
Read moreSo there I was this fine Saturday morning, repairing at the kitchen table with my bacon butty. I had no idea that when the be-hooded paperboy shredded The Times in our letterbox that it would lead me to abandon said butty (I know, I know) and head for where you see me now – bashing demonically [...]
Read moreYup, that’s what’s been coming from my blog for the last few weeks. Thanks to the pre-Christmas pandemonium, the joy of pre-natal backache and the fact that I’ve been living a rather dull festive existence I thought better than to bore you all with what I’ve (not) been up to.
Yet while the tumbleweed has [...]
So there I was meeting some friends I’ve not seen for a while. They know I’m a freelance journalist. It’s not the dirtiest of my secrets, after all. And it wasn’t long before the inevitable spewed from the lips of one of them:
“So, what are you doing these days? Still having a go at the journalist [...]
God, this is what you get when hounds and handymen mix. See, one of the joys of being freelance, and therefore working from the back bedroom, is that you get the joyous chance to be ‘in’ when tradesmen come a calling. So, this morning, I awake to a bundle of deadlines peppered with god-awfully timed visits from [...]
Read moreI’ve got a problem with piles. Nope, not the sort that demands strange unguents and a certain dread of the little girls’ room. I mean the sort that comes from having a clear out (actually, it’s almost the same thing, now I’ve put it that way).
What I mean is that, thanks to the bun in [...]
Oh, for Christ’s sake. How’s this for the conversation I had just a few moments ago…
“Hello, Central Trains, how can I help you?”
“I’d like to book a ticket from Cardiff to Birmingham New Street please.”
“Certainly. When do you want to travel?”
“The 21st November.”
“The 25th November?”
“No, the 21st November.”
“Oh, the 23rd November.”
“No! The 21st of November.”
“The [...]
I got taken to a wimmin’s writing circle-type meeting last night. God, I was leaking trepidation at the prospect – nodding my head sagely while someone reads out over-thesaurised experiences of, say, childbirth just ain’t my thing. But along I went, not in the least enticed by the chance to met Gwyneth Lewis, author of [...]
Read moreHopefully this’ll be the last time you ever have to listen to me bark on about my online fumblings. I’ve finally gotten to grips with my cuttings page (well, I’ll let you be the judge of that) and seem to have mastered the art of chucking my mouse across the room too. I’m a dab [...]
Read moreJust another quick word while I’m upright at my desk. The cuttings page of my site – it still needs work, OK? Uncle Wilco made it shiny and lovely and then I ballsed it all up by doing something that I still don’t understand. He explained but, well…he’s wasting his breath.
So if you’re an editor or some other [...]
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