Sunday past I found myself alone with the dog. Husband was busy being macho in the park with his bootcamp buddies and daughter was on a trip of a lifetime to Africa. Having spent the morning in bed with the Sunday papers, chomping on toast and marmite and the habitual slurping of coffee, I didn't want to … Continue reading Sunday, Sunday
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Bedtime Stories
When I hit a brick wall with my writing I start to get grumpy. My poor family is often subject to this and know the signs: still in pyjamas at 4pm, incoherent ramblings, furious typing, the shrill voice of doom "it's hopeless" etc, etc, they know to fend for themselves and leave me alone. Assignment … Continue reading Bedtime Stories
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