Tag: Writing

Some Days Are So Hard And Full Of Guilt

Some Days Are So Hard And Full Of Guilt

I was going to do a blog today about the lovely Secret Post Club parcel that I received today from the lovely Susie over at New Day New Lesson but I have had such a bad day that I had to write about that first. 

It’s the Little Things

It’s the Little Things

Since Baba has been better, I have been making a real effort to get him out of the house and do stuff with him. We have been doing ok. But I have noticed that other things have been suffering. Now don’t get me wrong I 

Having No Internet! Still There Are Pro’s And Cons

Having No Internet! Still There Are Pro’s And Cons

We still have no internet arghh! They have finally said that we should be going back on-line on the 13th of April. I am still having to go to friends and my MIL’s to check my emails, and write the blog. So we will see 

How Difficult!

How Difficult!

I don’t really have anything to write today. I have been trying to think of something interesting or inspirational and I don’t really have anything. I have been battling for the last two hours with our internet provider, about the lack of internet providing that 

Are We destined To Write?

Are We destined To Write?

The sorting off the top room has extended to the sorting of the whole house. I never realised we had so much rubbish in the top room, we have so far been sorting for five days now and we are still no where near finished. 

A Little Stressed

A Little Stressed

So as some of you may know, we have been a little poorly in our house of late. We are gradually coming out the other side, Mr L is back at work, Baba is now only on the nebulizer, and it is just me that 

Passions gone but not forgotten

Passions gone but not forgotten

When I was a little girl I had a dream, to write a book and design. I didn’t care what I designed I remember when I was 14/15 I designed a wedding dress, my GCSE design was redesigning a hotels kitchen. It didn’t bother me 

Silent Moments at Night

Silent Moments at Night

Night time has come And Mums last to bed One more stop To the baby’s bed As she walks in, he is upside down All his covers are thrown, and his feet are hanging out She smiles and goes through their nightly ritual She finds his dummy and his 

Envy

Envy

As most of you know I am a member of Judith’s Room the lovely and great creative writing community, and each week they are doing a theme to do a piece of writing about. Currently it is the seven deadly sins, and this week is 

Soul Mates

Soul Mates

It is that time again Sleep is for the Weak Writing Workshop and this week the theme that I am going to do is Soul Mates. Number 3 Does a soul mate actual exist? I always wondered this, when I was growing up I thought