You know how it is in these days of multi-tasking; phones that pretend to be computers and wireless browsing. These things are brilliant because we can do whatever it is we do wherever we want to be doing it. But I’m starting to suspect that
You know how it is in these days of multi-tasking; phones that pretend to be computers and wireless browsing. These things are brilliant because we can do whatever it is we do wherever we want to be doing it. But I’m starting to suspect that
I’ve been thinking about this a lot recently. Quite often when I have an idea for something to write about, I’ll get the words down as quickly and coherently as I can before going back, tidying up the spelling and grammar and finally, adding a title. Sometimes the title writes
Once upon a time, a young family went on their first proper family holiday. They travelled across the sea and they travelled by car and eventually ended up in France … OK, enough of that. It’s still quite early and I was feeling a little poetic. However, I don’t really do stories
I’ve been struggling to write today. I knew what I wanted to share with you but given that my aim is to use this space to lift your spirits and share charity type stuff at the same time, starting was difficult.
I made a school girl error yesterday. I invited my long suffering husband to read my latest blog post. In my defence, he’d sat patiently by my side as I finished tapping the last few sentences. He’d even tried to engage me in conversation by asking what I was doing. It felt natural therefore
When the annual drivel of ‘what was the highlight of last year’ does it’s rounds on the telly, I’m usually pretty keen to make a cup of tea, wash the dishes, clean out that cupboard that’s been waiting 3 months to be sorted … anything really to avoid wasting an hour of my life. However