Tag Archives: secret diary

*Reasons why I don’t have kids #35

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**Explaining the intricacies of boy parts, and girl parts to little girls and little boys is a veritable MINEFIELD.  Case in point, the explosive response to a few short lines in Lena Dunham’s book, Not That Kind of Girl. I’ve occasionally wondered how it’s possible to explain to the little people these mysterious, curious things, […]

Three, is not the magic number

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  I beg to differ De La Soul……From now on, four is my lucky number!  Where’s my lotto slip? I couldn’t have even begun to imagine such a wonderful response when I started scribbling nonsense on the 2nd January.  I’m just a woman without children who says, ‘it’s ok to not have children!’  That’s all, ya […]

Sometimes, when left to your own devices

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you might find yourself on a sunny, Sunday afternoon, post morning workout, full of the heady mix of endorphine and caffeine buzz, roast chicken dinner and glass of red wine haziness, an element of twitchy boredom and a too-bloody-handy pair of sharp scissors, (which just so happen to be excellent for cutting hair); fighting the overwhelming urge to radically change […]

There’s nothing I like more

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than occasionally pretending to be a real grown-up. I think that my actual grown-upness might have peaked between February 2010 and September 2011.  This is the period when I lived together with my boyfriend of the time, in a rather nice apartment on Pall Mall (the Liverpool address, not London).  Shoes off at the door, nice bathroom/kitchen, […]

Nothing like a bit of introspection

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Having joined two great friends for a lovely dinner last night, and a stimulating conversation about life, love and the world at large, we came to the same somewhat sad conclusión, that each one of us was a bubbling cauldron of hang-ups and emotional inadequacies, a little bit psychologically messy to some degree, in one way or another.  […]

Mother’s Day 2014

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I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Mum’s are amazing (that’s why I’m not one.  I’m magic, but I’m not amazing).  And so it’s only fitting that there should be a day that celebrates these wonderful, mystical creatures who do forty thousand jobs a day and keep it together (mostly). The card I […]

Dry spell

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Sometimes it’s not easy this writing lark…….  and when the wind’s been sucked out of your sails, it’s really difficult to dredge the motivation or find your funny.  What’s the secret that successful writer’s possess?  Just write something, anything and put it out there?  Have a big, rolling wilderness with tumbleweeds, where your blog used to be?  […]

Aaaahh, the face of a thousand bee-stings

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Spring is coming, and though absolutely entirely fabulous news, (beach at Easter, don’t mind if I do), it also brings with it the misery of hayfever.  “An allergy to hay, miserable?  Do you me a favour“, I hear you cry in unison.  But it is true.  The first three or four weeks of Spring are […]