A Conversation Whilst Walking in a Place That Could Have Been the Countryside
“It doesn’t feel like London” I sigh as we leave the train station after I’ve had a grumble on twitter over the lift not working at the station. Since having a buggy, I’ve obviously come across the injustice of an out of order lift, but my upset isn’t because I can’t use it but because I’ve become hyper aware of wheel chair users being unable to use it, it’s not like they can do what I do and lift their own wheelchair for god sake…. But anyway, back to my conversation with the husband, where was I…oh yes, “It could
Encounters On Buses On An Ordinary Day
I’ve finally left the house. It’s a messy house, far messier than before but what can you do, the baby needs a gym, a bumbo & god knows what else, but she needs them, but I’ve left the house. Everything is going well, I’ve fed her & changed her & dashed out, now all I need is a swift bus journey to visit a friend in her new beautiful home. The bus ride is like a little trip down memory lane as I pass my old secondary school where the husband and I met. We made googly eyes
Green Fingers and Motherhood
I’ve succumbed to the Green Finger disease. The one where you obsessively rifle your way through seed catalogues, gardening suppliers, Alys Fowler books and blogs and that’s not enough! I’ve been writing lists of what I want to grow, scrap it and write it out again with gardener’s haste. In a split second, I find myself ordering a plastic greenhouse, in the next, it is up with a cucumber plant rooted at it’s base with a trellis made from cane to climb. Lettuce has been laid out among rosemary, thyme, horse radish, oregano and tarragon. I won’t mention how I nearly cried when I was
Hello Spring. Hello at last.
Life recently entails; sunshine at last and a dive into the garden with flowers planted and sun adored! Gosh, how long did we all wait for that one?! With the arrival of the sun, blossoms graced our trees, sandals made their way onto feet (not mine, I wear ,boots till June) shorts came out (the husband’s) and smiles brandished grey faces! It’s salad season as we shy away from root veg, we want greens, reds, pulses & watermelons! What else… writing at the desk with the baby on my lap, I’ve been working on an article for a week or so and
Forgotten orders make great surprises
This little gem landed through the post today, and what made its arrival even more special was the fact that I had forgotten I ordered it! I hope it’s as good as The Still Point- oh the pressure authors must endure after first time successes.So it was indeed a well deserved present on such a day in which my strength was being tested. What you can not see in this picture is my right hand which was at the time pushing the wretched buggy backward & forth, trying to settle my little one who at 6 pm hadn’t had a
Hope, excitement, creativity…..oh and soon a baby
Time draws ever closer to the baby’s arrival, and doesn’t my body know it. I sleep in a half light, a half thought, a half here and half there mind where I have no control over my thoughts and excitement- this is all mingled by the countless visits I make to the bathroom in the night as the baby fluffs up my bladder like a feather pillow, or in my case, a foot stool seeing as our little one has chosen to remain breech (is this an insight into things to come? A naughty Cranmer?). At 38 weeks; I do
also reading….. oh dear
It’s awful but I have a thousand books on the go all at once, a true reflection of an undecided mind as well as one that is tired one minute, needs feeding the next. One that is desperate for some intellectual stimulus and one that desires something a little fantastical, ergo a thousand (mild exaggeration) books all at once. The Husband has been showering me with books! He’s been buying me all the Joan Didions’ I’ve desired including Play It As It Lays which came through the post today! I’ve been enjoying her White Album too which is a collection
Autumn…even in winter
On Friday night, I happened across this beautiful Baudelaire poem whilst hunting for the right one for a friend who had a beautiful baby boy! Congratulations Alison! I hope you manage to get some shuteye! Winter has swept through in a sudden swooshing swipe of a motion, crushing autumn like the leaves beneath our feet, so here is a lament for summer and a dread of the darkness to come. Tell me if you feel its magic too. Autumn Song by Charles Baudelaire (Penguin classics Selected Poems) i Soon we shall plunge into shadows colds; Farewell, the
Returning to Sussex, in September
It seems a thousand years ago (September) when the husband and I broke away from the confines of the city (wearisome London) and made our way to our holiday idyll (Sussex) . Our skins reddened and blistered from the sun (we’re of a pale grey hue now from winter) and our thighs toughened from 6 hour walks along the river Ouse and the green rolling hills. The lovely locals were surprised that was able to do so much walking (hours and hours) at 4 months (a whole 2 months ago) but tiring days were counteracted by quieter ones at the lodge where
Seeing through fog
Today, we (doggy , a friend & I ) plunged into the fog. It’s atmospheric presence enveloped me like a thick, moist blanket as my wellies slipped, slopped and slid in thick mud. Beyond bent trees, on the forest ground lay the glowing orange and red of fallen leaves as the sky and ground blurred into one. Sometimes you need to be immersed in fog, to really see your way.
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