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 andContinue reading “Lucky number”
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.
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 ourContinue reading “Jammed”
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 whittleContinue reading “In which the author realises there is no hope”