“Your skin looks terrible,” the panther says. He’s draped over my desk at the office. “It will heal, eventually,” I tell him. “Seb will be appalled when he sees you,” the panther says, fixing me with his amber stare. “You must have put on another half a stone since you last saw him, you’ve got […]
“You haven’t got a temperature,” Mum says, shaking her head and the thermometer. Dad has just rescued me from the flat. “Am sorry,” I say, pulling the furry blanket around myself. “Am still ill. Still have a sore throat and an earache and my legs are wobbly and…” “You haven’t got a temperature though,” Mum […]
“I’m not sure what I’m going to write about this in the blog,” I tell Mum. We’re walking around the dahlia show-ground at a nearby garden centre. “Why don’t you write a discourse on the different types of dahlia?” Mum says. “Because that isn’t relevant,” I say. “That’s not what the blog is for. It’s…” […]
April A to Z Asparagus, artichokes, avocado. So many lovely spring vegetables. Apple blossom. Broccoli – purple sprouting. Birds. Cuddles with the fluffy monster, as he sheds orange fluff everywhere. He is losing his winter coat. Ceanothus flowering everywhere. Photo attached. Cherry blossom. Death of winter, let us hope. Excitement about summer. Fat. Must do […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 