Singed

   the phrase ‘burning the candle at both ends’ comes to mind… The first end : I’m in the deli across the road, refuelling with French toast, sausage and egg (like yesterday), I’ve had just under four hours sleep, overcome the rank shower situation (very proud) and escaped into the Manhattan sunrise. GlamMum has wayContinue reading “Singed”

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 andContinue reading “Ask not for whom the bell tolls…”

Nocturne

I stay up late at night: I somehow need to feel the dark. To have a space to bubble into, Rise and grow and stretch myself. But I am also lonely. Late at night is a solo shift. I should be being social, chatty. But I shrink away from that. A conundrum lies before me,Continue reading “Nocturne”

Blowing in the wind

…and it is. Blowing. I am sitting outside the boys’ room in Brixham listening to a gale outside and gentle breathing inside. Elder hasn’t slept well and I’m wide awake. So I thought I’d pop in and say hello. Hello. I’ve been doing the customary year end reflections recently. As you do. It’s been aContinue reading “Blowing in the wind”