poetry

One of the greatest traditions my mother ever passed on to me is that of the ‘Sticky Bun Moment’, the

The first time I really met the Queen, she was in her bedroom. I must have been around 8, perhaps,

Before we go too far, a warning. In the words of Baz Luhrmann, ‘[nostalgia] is a way of fishing the

It’s around 1983, maybe 1984, and my goodness, my arms ache. I have been practicing my very first starring role

I’m huffing up the stairs, socks straggling and escaping from the jumble in my arms. Every two steps one piece

Today was a landmark day. Today, I finally returned to the lowest weight that I have recorded, the weight I

Today is my husband’s birthday (I’m actually writing this the night before so let’s hope scheduled posting works, eh WordPress?).

Well, I found out today (through reading this excellent post at Austenprose) that yesterday was Georgette Heyer’s birthday. Georgette Heyer

Tweeted earlier today, and based on real life events… Emily Grace Had a twisty face ‘Cause something was bugging her

A bit of silliness for a Sunday morning! I wandered lonely through the crowd And lurked behind the twitt’ring birds;

Just a quick one today, because I’ve been writing a pantomime script for two days solid, it’s nearly midnight, and

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