• Lucky number

    Lucky number

    So, as I said last time, I’ve started a new arts space here in stitchopolis. It’s my new baby and I’m loving it. I’ve come to realize That the genesis of this venture is a massive step for me. For Once instead of saying ‘one day I will do that’ I’ve just got up and…

  • Unit

    Unit

    when you’re at school A unit is a single thing A pEg, a ball, a box. Then When you grow It does too To two As you do Or you did. Now, who knows… Unit isn’t us It’s them And theirs They care. Not you.

  • Jammed

    Jammed

    I sometimes feel like a sardine. Not peckish,coo I fancy sardines on toast, no, more like I’m packed in on all sides. I’m sure many of us do, I mean, what with children and other halves and siblings and work (of whatever description) and chores and hobbies and life changing emergencies we all face our…

  • In which the author realises there is no hope

    It’s no good, however hard I try I can’t find that elusive 25th hour in the day and neither can I seem to run my life with the level of organisation I would like to. I have a to do list in my head that’s keeping me awake at night which I’m trying to whittle…