You only live once, make the most of it!
 Half way along the carefully tended flowerbed, I stop. Or at least, inside me stops; the outside of me carries on strolling, admiring the dahlias. No-one will have noticed – not least my husband, who is walking half a step ahead of me, mentally selecting plants for our garden.  It is the cerebral…
What is it about this everyday routine life that makes me get up in the morning? Has serendipity blessed me or has it stricken me with the virus? Not the virus that plagues me like a 24 hours HIV but the virus of honestly being addicted to a lifestyle and the idea that the everyday…
 The mood at the club is exceptionally upbeat: despite a poor start to the season, somehow we have managed to struggle through to the Twenty20 quarterfinals. Of course, there’s a long way to go, but the overall feeling of resignation has blossomed into real hope.  So it’s a good time to start on…
Walking back to my car I am a crazy welter of anger, amusement, and being down right glad I’m me. Quote of the afternoon: “£180? That’s two thirds of a pair of shoes!†What f-ing planet are these women on, for goodness’ sake?  OK, let me go back to the beginning. One of the…
It was yesterday lunchtime I started to come to the conclusion I must put all this business (or non-business) with Owen behind me. Yes, I know I’ve said as much before, but this time I shocked myself into meaning it.  It was the hollow emptiness that did it, the tiny knife with the pearl…
It takes me a while to compose the text, but in the end I think I get it right: ‘Lost for words for once – desperately wanted to say something to make you smile. No good at jokes, bit better at hugs, guaranteed to clumsily shatter a silence. But I want you to know that…
The sky is a perfect china blue and the breeze warm on our backs as we wander through the village. I don’t know how many times we’ve walked up this road, but today is still special, although the reason is unspoken. Today is a day to celebrate us.  Ahead is the big house, its…
An interesting quote from Iqbal… I dont know the exact words – but it basically said.. The heart is best, when often controlled by the faculty of the mind… But there are times when the heart should be left to its own devices…. This was based on the theme of love/hate in Shakespearean tragedy.. Only…
This craziness has got to stop. In all probability it only exists in my own head, and it’s making me miserable rather than happy. So it has to stop. Surely, surely, it’s a simple case of mind over matter. Surely, surely, my heart (if it is indeed my heart and not the female equivalent of…
I sip my polystyrene cup of coffee pensively. Another day’s play going pear-shaped; we are not having a good season. The clouds have blown over again and all I can do is pray for rain. Politely, I clap the end of the over: another maiden for the opposition bowler.  Owen slides into the seat…