This one is for Sarge, who said last week that he loves me more than penguins. Which means a lot. It also means, I win! I also happen to think the title of the song is perfect for us. And I have a bloody good excuse for not posting yesterday. Really. Words to follow……
Last week I decided that I wanted to actually make something for Sarge for Valentine’s Day. Or at least watch someone else do it. Because the last time I tried to make something, the red stuff wasn’t food-colouring. But it was iron- enriched. Anyway, I’m looking up baking ideas, and my PA suggests Martha Stewart. Now, we have a saying in my family that goes something like this: Molly was Martha Stewart before Martha was Martha Stewart. Molly was my…
As a result of sorting out my piles, I have found a bunch of my old poetry. Most of it is really bad, and should stay in the drawer. I wrote a lot of poetry as a teenager, trying to find my voice, and wondering who might hear mine. Even as an eight year-old I wrote of black roses and thunderstorms and violins at midnight. Getting older didn’t mean I was any less maudlin. But I did begin to write…
