Category: Family
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on being counted
ok, how are we all today? the last day of 2016, a strange and momentous year in so many ways. I am mulling over the implications of the macro political and economic shifts, really I am, but lets face it, that’s a bit too high brow for my normal posts isn’t it? But I have…
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Anthropology three: world traveller
Now, did I remember my socks, The ones that will save my life. The ones that I went and bought specially. With the elastic that cuts like a knife I know I shouldn’t be fretting, The things won’t fit in my bag but when you are a World traveler there’s more on your mind then…
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Anthropology 1 : SAHM
I am a member of a tribe, a group, a pack, a flock. We move together, twice a day Split shifts, there and back. And in between we cook and clean And keep our houses neat And then to kill the time to three We might go sweep the street. Not meet, For coffee, Oh…
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Conkers
Well, it’s the end of the summer holidays, my boys are back at school on Monday. We schlepped home up the motorway dragging the detritus of beach living, sandy shoes, smelly towels. My arms are tanned, my feet sandal-striped. My boys are back in the town they have grown up in, the sea gulls far…
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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…
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