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  • Boxed

    Boxed

    A box can be a haven A shelter A home. But also it captures the spirit The wisps of self Collected in a pool. They should fly free, Be able to stand up for themselves. But sometimes they fall. Hard. Then the box welcomes. Then the box sighs. You could crawl inside and hide, Licking…

  • Fair enough

    Fair enough

    To the vintage fair… Not as a member of the paying public no, but as a fine upstanding member of the stall holding community. I say upstanding, of course, that’s only my version… I spent most of the day bobbing up and down sitting on my chair because my foot was hurting so badly. However, peeping…

  • Up the road again

    Up the road again

    I’m sitting at Taunton Deane services eating a brownie (sorry weight watchers) and musing on the last most memorable time I was here…a couple of years ago we were trailing a new dinghy home when the trailer wheel blew and we got stranded on the M5. The boys were little so Other Half drove us…

  • Ask not for whom the bell tolls…

    …don’t worry, I’m not shuffling off this mortal coil or anything so dramatic. No, I wanted to make the point that the rattle of an alarm clock is but a distant memory as the boys and I settle into a Devon seaside routine of early wake up cuddles and the treachery of tangled four and…

  • View hallooo

    View hallooo

    I’ve already written about the changes I’m seeing as a result of giving up work. Bear with me on this one guys, it’s a biggie for me. Anyways, today saw another step towards a better balance, well, two steps actually. I have rejoined my local quilting group, again. I have given it a go a…