It’s February 14th.
It’s February 14th…and?
It’s February 14th and Cupid has well and truly landed in our house. Sadly, he didn’t land on my lap [apparently I have more than enough strings on my bow]. And surprisingly enough, he didn’t land amid the bills in today’s post. Instead, his arrow was pointing firmly in the direction of Esther. She’s only gone and found herself love. And it’s love of the “true” kind obviously. All at the tender age of four and three-quarters. Continue reading “Love Untold”
Tonight I need to immerse myself in shit.
Not shit of the wallowing kind
just the usual trash
I thought I should make it clear
because I sense that you’re struggling
to let go. Continue reading “Tune in, cop out”
The points had been clocking up for four and a half years. 1,642 lost lie-ins and countless self-sacrificing moments later, the time had finally come. Guilty of wanton abandon [kids and husband “abandoned” at home, that is], she/I/mum was letting loose in Amsterdam. City of freedom, cannabis and prostitution. Continue reading “Mum on Tour”