So here’s the thing. For the past year or so, I’ve been involved in an arrangement. A you-scratch-my-back-and-i’ll scratch-yours type of thing. In fact, I could easily go as far as to call it a relationship. A mutually beneficial, reciprocal kind of relationship, which saw its inception at the school gates. At first I was dubious, but after several rides, I was hooked. And so was She. Soon there was little alternative – we’d be lost without each other. Continue reading “Car Share”
You’ve not been around for long. But already I like you. There’s an unspoken bond being forged here. An organic synthesis of two kindred souls amid an antithesis of two decidedly different lives. Who knows, you may not stick around. But for now, you’re here. And I like you.
You’ve not been around for long. But I can’t help but be drawn to you. There’s an undeniable friendship being formed right here. A subliminal connection between two minds of unmistakably similar matter. Who knows, friends come and friends go. But between us is a feeling of being felt that can never be unfelt. And for now, you’re here. So I’m glad. Continue reading “Knowing Me, Knowing You”
You don’t swear.
Apparently it’s unbecoming of a lady.
So when on the odd occasion you do blaspheme, we know it’s serious.
It really must be serious,
For Mums don’t swear. Or at least, we’re not supposed to. And certainly not in public. So that would explain why my propensity towards off-loading shit in a most foul-mouthed and profane manner is not something for which you take the credit. Bloody hell.
But Thank Goodness this isn’t all about me. Continue reading “65 Reasons”