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What can i say about my uneventful existence that won't make you run screaming from sheer boredom?

Love is Never False

I’m sitting here watching him talk and wondering why. I briefly contemplate the calla lily stem tattooed on the inside of my wrist. The flower itself sits below the words “Diligo est nunquam reproba”, Latin for “Love is never false”. We got matching tattoos exactly a year ago. Right from the first day we met, it seems … Continue reading Love is Never False

Letter to my Father Part I

Letter to my Father Part I

I finally got round to putting something down about my father. Like medicine after death, literally, because he is dead and gone. Died December 7th, buried December 28th, Beloved Father, Brother, Uncle, Grandfather, Cousin, and all the other names they wouldn’t let us put in the obituary…Friend to his Children, Humorist, Lover of British Comedy who Introduced … Continue reading Letter to my Father Part I

War

Once there was sunshine here, now only the plaster dust from shelled dreams Once there were children here, now only waifs malnourished, waiting for death Once there were people here, now only the screaming terror of staying alive 18/9/99 – 8:55 am  

Adventures witht he Bafanaz PT 2: Adventures with SpongeBob

Adventures witht he Bafanaz PT 2: Adventures with SpongeBob

The second installment in my series of stories about the Bafanaz; their growing up and the various adventures we’ve had together…because being a mother is one thing, but there’s nothing quite like being an aunt! I come back from work on Friday, exhausted and looking forward to lying down. Toeing off my shoes, I flex my toes … Continue reading Adventures witht he Bafanaz PT 2: Adventures with SpongeBob

Adventures with the Bafanaz PT 1: Conversations with the Bafanaz

Adventures with the Bafanaz PT 1: Conversations with the Bafanaz

The “Bafanaz” is the nickname we have given my sister’s 3 boys. I decided to write a series of shorts on them; their childhood years, their adventures and the lessons they learn along the way. Why? Because through guiding, teaching, and loving them, I have come to learn a great deal about myself as a person, and … Continue reading Adventures with the Bafanaz PT 1: Conversations with the Bafanaz

Where have all those muscles gone? This is epic, trust me!

Where have all those muscles gone? This is epic, trust me!

Finally decided to stop fooling around with my health and weight and hire a personal trainer.   A few phone calls, emails, and Yahoo Messenger buzzes later, and I finally had 3 (yes, I know I tend to overdo things!) numbers for likely candidates to help me get in shape. Door Number 1: Super fit dance instructor, … Continue reading Where have all those muscles gone? This is epic, trust me!

Where have all those muscles gone?

Where have all those muscles gone?

The journey has begun once more. Like an unrepentant alcoholic, I fell off the wagon yet again when faced with all the sweet treats I baked for Christmas. I stopped working out, and just kept nibbling. Ah, nibbling. It’s usually my downfall. That seemingly innocent activity that comes between the cooking, the washing up and … Continue reading Where have all those muscles gone?

Are you turning into your Mother?

I was confronted by this question this morning when I realised that, much like my mother, I have become quite fond of a particular shade of brick-red lipstick. And, like her, all my makeup comes in shades of ‘Cadbury colours’ – purples and chocolate browns. This is not hereditary; I learned this along the way. … Continue reading Are you turning into your Mother?

Adventures with the Bafanaz Pt 3/ Mad Hatter graduates

Adventures with the Bafanaz Pt 3/ Mad Hatter graduates

Mad Hatter Stands Still! This should be a Reuters headline, flashing past on the ubiquitous ticker tape running along the bottom of the screen (what a friend of mine calls the zombie news feed  because she reads it while half asleep, sipping her morning tea in her nightie on Saturdays). This is such a rare occurrence that it deserves its … Continue reading Adventures with the Bafanaz Pt 3/ Mad Hatter graduates