‘I only give Purple Monkey to people I love. So here.’ Isla shoved the aptly-named purple monkey in my face. This recentish favorite creature was rescued from an otherwise depressing trip a safari park, back when Pokemon Go was still a thing. Purple Monkey follows Isla wherever she goes, every second Tuesday. I felt quite special when Isla decided I could take PM to The Bloggers Bash. We’d been at Dad’s for a barbecue. With no marshmallows. Made no sense,…
Over the weekend, I met a bunch of groovy people, drank a lot, saw Deadpool 2, kissed my husband at the top of the London Eye. And snagged Second Best Overall Blogger at the Annual Bloggers Bash. I clapped for myself like a seal, and rumors of my ambivalence/sore loser status have been greatly exaggerated. First, I want to thank anyone who nominated or voted for Gin & Lemonade . This giant, global blogging community is a wonderful thing, and…
‘You know how new hair grows in under old hair?’ I said to Neil through the bathroom wall. ‘Yeah?’ ‘Well, all my new hair is gray,’ I said. Before we headed off on our most recent road trip, I spent some time looking at myself in the mirror. I figured out some things. I should probably drink more water. I may start wearing some make up, all the time. But not really. Ah’m no bad, as they say over here.…
Isla’s at school and my coffee is half finished already. I want to say there’s a balmy breeze outside. But it’s just a breeze. Or fresh. Or a great big wind. You’d be forgiven for thinking it’s October. And I can’t believe it’s May. Today, I’m writing these words on the giant desk-top I like to call Truman Bubbles. If you’ve been hanging with me a while you may remember Coffee Gate and then Coffee Gate 2. The times my…
Most of my friends live nowhere near me. This situation is amplified a thousand times when Neil is away for work. He’s not in the army. He doesn’t work on a boat. He’s a software engineer. And working from home requires some city office time. Apparently. I don’t begrudge that cheeky beer with his mates or his attendance at the pub quiz. Well, maybe a little. I’m really good at pub quizzes. My point is. I miss him. The day…
