Never lose your heart to an animal. These sagely words of advice were imparted to me a very long time ago and I've ignored them over the years. I've lost my heart and had it broken countless times by the horses, dogs, and cats who have shared my life.
Memories of scooping up deceased rodents in the past are ingrained in my olfactory memory banks. Still in my pyjamas, I retch my way to the field, the final resting place of the victims of my killer cat(s).
I was lucky enough to have known my birth parents, but on and off over the years, I have tried to build my family tree, but there is one branch that consistently fails to bear fruit.
I often wonder how I come across to fellow shoppers when I'm stomping around the supermarket in my super comfy dog-walking loafers and a face like thunder? You cannot escape supermarket shopping, however much you hate doing it. They provide everything we need to keep ourselves alive, although, maybe not the freshly baked doughnuts.... Continue Reading →
During breaks from daily workouts over a hot keyboard as I endeavor to master the art of writing with instant grabability, I've started reading a new book. Me • You by Dawn French.
Christmas has always made me think of the beach and palm trees. Even as a child I used to fantasise about escaping to a deserted beach.
I have a tendency to run away from arguments, especially when emotionally involved. Does that make me a weak person?
When I closed my eyes, there was chaos. A whirlpool of my life flashing like a technicoloured LED advertising board, down to what was on my shopping list and what I was going to cook for supper.