Filth

The mud cannot be avoided. It has been raining on-off for weeks now and all our favourite walks currently require a full outfit change (and sometimes even a shower) upon our return home. One of the undeniably joyful things about being a parent is the fact that it is once more socially acceptable to jumpContinue reading “Filth”

The Blank Piece of Paper

A blank piece of paper – depending on your feelings about generating new ideas for writing – can be either the most daunting or most exciting starting point for a writer.  Let’s assume for a minute it’s the most daunting. The panic of having to put something on the paper and the possibility that whatContinue reading “The Blank Piece of Paper”

My Mum Always Knows

As a child I was occasionally prone to lying. Little lies, like when I told my year 6 teacher that it wasn’t me who’d thrown their cycling proficiency leaflets in the bin. Full disclosure: it was. Come to think of it I also lied to my University tutor about why I missed my library induction.Continue reading “My Mum Always Knows”