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…
Just in case you haven’t spent your vote for the Annual Bloggers Bash Awards, I thought I’d let you know what a vote for Gin & Lemonade would mean to me. Have I mentioned it would mean a lot? Like a lot, a lot? Now, I’m a writer anyway, I would be honest, anyway. But to be recognised for my honest writing on this blog, would honestly be fucking excellent. I’m going to put some of my personal favorite posts…
‘Mummy stay with me,’ Isla says after 67 books last night. We worked through a stack and then I had to drive backwards over some Lego to get to her bookcase. ‘Clean your room tomorrow, please.’ ‘OK’, she says. ‘Read Miss Messy again.’ Sometimes she lays in our bed for stories, and sometimes I squeeze into hers. If I don’t think I’ll get up again, I park beside her bed. She crawls into my lap, still. This kid. She’s…
And so, I was sitting with my Made of Awesome eating cheesecake and consulting the Oracle Google about options for my hen/bachelorette weekend. ‘But what do you want to doooo?’ she asked. ‘I don’t care. Surprise me. No Loch Ness cruises, please. And no pampering bullshit. But surprise me. Should we take a cocktail-mixing class? Or go back to Prague? New York? Surprise me, though. I don’t care.’ ‘How many people are we inviting?’ ‘Everyone. No one. Just us. Just send me…
And so I’ve sat down to write another post several times this week. This is what happens the second before I start to write, and therefore get no writing done: Excuse 1: The phone rings. Mom/Dad: Whatcha doing? Me: Writing. Mom/Dad: You should write more about ME! Me: OK, are you sure you guys hate each other? Because Mom/Dad said the same thing. Excuse 2. My massage therapist arrives for what I like to call my monthly maintenance. Even though I…
