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How can I go onLike thisI sometimes wonderHow can I go onAt allWhen my body Throws me curveballsAnd nobodyCan be asked to understandThe demons that existInside of meThough only temporarilyThey torment me So I lose myselfFor whole days at a timeAnd one day's damageCan’t be easily undoneIn fourteenWhen it begins againWhen seemingly it wins againAgain again so... Continue Reading →
The French Government announced yesterday they are imposing a two-week quarantine on anyone arriving from Spain, apparently in retaliation for similar measures imposed by the Spanish Government. Prior to that, free movement across Schengen borders was allowed, as far as I'm aware. This is a rapidly evolving situation, and transiting through two additional countries en... Continue Reading →
The date is set. The contract signed. My husband starts his new job in Slovenia on 1st July, and we should all be moved there as a family by then. Another new home. Another new country. Another new life. On The Move Again For my husband, the move will be a homecoming: a return after... Continue Reading →
Today, I'm stepping outside the normal remit of my blog a little, so feel free to ignore this post if it's not relevant to you. I very much want it to be relevant to all the ladies out there who, like me, are suffering from PMDD. I want you to know that you are not... Continue Reading →
I thought I'd do a lighthearted 'listicle' (!) today, to mark the fact that we Malaga residents are still in 'Phase 0' of the 0-4 stage Spanish quarantine de-escalation plan. Everyone anticipated the return of socially-distanced beer and coffee sipping on the sunny terraces of the Costa del Sol today, but alas the people at... Continue Reading →
I found this scrawled into my copy of Joyce's Dubliners (one of the books I'd liberated from storage last weekend). I was immediately intrigued, because I couldn't remember writing it. It's not so much a story as a vignette, and I'm afraid it's not quite up there with Joyce in terms of literary merit. Still... Continue Reading →
Sunday was Mother's Day in these parts. A different date to the UK, not sure why, but any excuse to 'pamper' myself...I thought I'd treat myself with a trip to the trastero (self-storage)...to look for my beloved books. A Difficult Separation In our last 'big' move, from Barcelona to Andalucia, I had unhappily become separated... Continue Reading →
Thank you Andi, at diaryofagaydad.net for my nomination. If you haven't visited Andi's blog yet, I suggest you check it out: it's full of the fun antics of his five children. Always makes me smile, and helps me feel a bit less stressed when I get overloaded trying to homeschool my two. Andi has also... Continue Reading →
Today, I'm revisiting an old post, in the light of our current situation. With a third of the world's human population on lockdown, we've seen a definite reduction in global carbon emissions. We've also seen the natural world thriving as humans take shelter and reduce their day-to-day polluting activities. I wonder if all of this... Continue Reading →
The secret of 'Poopy Thomas' is a parenting secret. A guilty parenting secret. I'm sure as 'lockdown parents' we all have some parenting hacks. Maybe some of them we're not entirely proud of. And my parenting hack is 'Poopy Thomas.' Who is 'Poopy Thomas?' He is, in fact, Thomas the Tank Engine, but not as... Continue Reading →
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