Upstairs

I have spent the whole week Struggling to speak To my youngest son, who has been Quite determined to press Every button to stress His disgust at the current regime.  He has screamed, he has wailed  He has fought and has railed ‘Gainst the system within which he exists.  What he hasn’t devined Is that…

Calm : Storm

It’s quiet chez Stitich tonight. Boys in bed. OH out. Me, wrapped up in a quilt on the sofa, tippy typing. No telly. Just the sound of Lego coming from Elder’s eyrie. The calmness that will shatter tomorrow because it’s CHRISTMAS EVE!!! Younger has been a human alarm clock each morning, counting down the days…

High res

So, let’s accept that we are in the midst of Christmas prep – I could elucidate but quite frankly that’s not too interesting is it? I have seen far more creative souls wax lyrical on this subject way better than I ever will and tbh it’s not lighting my Christmas candle this year. Keeping it…

Step

Step Lemmings throw themselves Weeds drape Beetles clamber And eggs roll The edge marks a start A change you can’t change A turn or a twist A drop or a fall A push A shove Nails drag as they cling Some change is a good thing Some Step

Recalibrate

So, in an attempt to fit all my various projects, responsibilities and ideas into the measly 24 hours of each day (bad design that, there should be at least another two or three hours I reckon) I am going to try to break with tradition and write my blog posts in the day. When I…

That was the week that was…

A funny old week at stitched hours. Ups and downs. Sweet and sour. Mmmmmm…. On the up: My birthday…excellent day with a very lovely, boozey but not too chaotic, relaxed and laughter filled evening with my friends and OH. I am lucky. London trip… Yesterday. Went to an exhibition at White cube Gallery. Never been…