Category: Melancholy
Bowie for Boys: Advice for Little Starmen everywhere
The 7 year old was stunned. The 5 year old was visibly upset. The 4 year old burst into a rousing rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star when they heard that their hero the Starman had died. Here are a few things that Bowie can teach my boys: Continue reading
Being a parent – What I’ve Learned So Far
From Birth to Year R, Here’s what I wish I’d Known.
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I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing with my life. A poem
A poem where the title says it all.
Steam Cleaned Dreams: A poem inspired by the exciting recent purchase of a 2 in 1 steam cleaner.
A poem that really is about buying a 2 in 1 steam cleaner
4am thoughts on the little boy’s birthday
There’s a little boy’s birthday in the house tomorrow. Actually, it’s today – it’s 4am here at the moment.
It’s not sugar crafting and gift wrapping that awoke me, with that un-pinnable downable anxiety that creeps in if you wake between 3 and 5. It’s something more. It’s the overwhelming burden of being a Mum. Pinterest is good for hacks on cake decorating and gift making: parenting existential birthday angst? Not so much. Continue reading
We’re Not Bored Son, We’re Buffering
The kids are watching some film or other on Netflix when I hear them sigh. When I investigate I see the circle on the screen spinning round and round. Inundated with info and struggling to find space or capacity or to hear itself above all the other techno babble, the computer is buffering.
“I’m bored” moans the 7 year old when faced with this momentary glitch in his passive entertainment. “Being bored” is a new phrase for him, and a thoroughly depressing one at that. I feel a pang of shame: how did I let this happen? Continue reading
What Rotherham Taught This Mum
Me in the Rotherham years
Update 22 October 2015
This post is not, perhaps, my finest work – as I say in the pre-amble, for numerous reasons I find it hard to find the right words to convey thoughts about the town I grew up in. However, with the latest news about closure of steel works I think it’s better to say something than keep quiet.
More importantly, I can use my blog as a vehicle to share this fab post from The Dysfunctional Mother. She is in Scunthorpe where they too are facing the closure of their Steel Industry.
Want to know more? Here is a great piece by radio 4 on what can only be described as the plight of Rotherham. I stumbled across it because it was shared by Sarah Champion, MP for Rotherham. She is worth a twitter follow.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b06j21ch
Now, here is the original post I wrote a few months ago. Rotherham and many many other towns like it deserve a voice. And a voice that is listened to. So please – listen.
Bubbles: A poem to lift my mood after reading some depressing online articles.
I need a change of mood
I need to breathe, feel soothed
To find joy in those little things
I need to turn away
From a world that says
“It’s hard time’s we are living in” Continue reading
How Can I Be Charlie?
I wish I was Charlie. I wish I was brave, and fun, and witty, and wise. I wish I had a talent, a skill, and the vision to put that gift towards defending the values that make life worth living. But how can I be Charlie? I can’t even draw, And I’m scared. I don’t want to be scared. I want to be Charlie. Continue reading
Happy Christmas Nanna
Hi Nanna
How are you?
Thought it might amuse you receiving a sort of Christmas card via this blog thing that I do. Don’t worry – we can always get Dad to help with the computer so you can respond. Actually, I’m not sure even Dad is that great a computer expert….hee hee.
We are doing well. 2014 was good to us. I have the usual regrets of not seeing enough of my favourite people. Life plods on though, eh? Continue reading
