IUD

Generally speaking, I am one of those people who needs to be feeling like death before I go anywhere near a doctor.  Even then, if I think it’s death by virus, standard practice is paracetamol and a healthy dose of avoidance. Partly it’s a hallmark of being a teacher; the preparation of relief work while feverish is just about as…

Mother’s Day.

We have a chequered history, Mother’s Day and I. My first and second were right shitters, if we’re being honest.

Homes away from home

Most of us, if we’re lucky, had at least one friend during our young life whose house became a home away from home, whose parents became surrogates, whose siblings were just as infuriating as our own.

Each to their own?

In this age of individuality, where subjectivity is King and anyone’s opinion and perspective is as valid and correct as anyone else’s, it seems like we’ve lost sight of the fact that there are, indeed, facts. Things that cannot really be contested, no matter who you are and what your experience may be.

So wrong

Activewear enthusiasts, I have judged you harshly. And I was wrong.

How it was.

You’re sitting through one of those excruciating meetings that should have been an email. Its topic is something that you care little about, and that matters in the grand scheme of things not at all.

Zappa

Last week I made a life changing decision.

No exaggeration. Life. Changing.

Small Moments. Small things.

Something that has struck me, simple and yet profound, is the fact that even though my nightly route doesn’t change, I almost always notice some new detail or variation or fragment of beauty as I walk along.

Nothing if not capable.

So, I’ve always been ‘the capable one’. Could read before I hit school, glowing reports once I got there, selected for school councils, award for diligence at the end of the third form, two scholarships at the end of seventh. You know, THAT kid. Capable.

Some ponderings on the New Year.

If I was 2017, I’d be feeling a bit of pressure right now. Amidst the general agreement that 2016 was a bit of a shitter, there are high expectations that 2017 can be (should be? must be? could not possibly be anything other than?) better. Just by virtue of being another year, apparently.

It’s been a while….

Like many other people, I feel like it’s been a rough couple of weeks.  I’ve not written for ages and I’m having to force myself to do it now just to get back into the groove. First off, there was Trump.  Is Trump.  I’ve said it jokingly before – before, when the possibility of a…

Sign (Day 25 FMFW)

I’m writing this in an ad break from ‘Married at First Sight’.  Yeah, OK, it’s rubbish TV.  I know it, you know it.  But it’s that whole thing of not being able to drag your eyes away from a train crash. So tonight one of the couples has broken up on the last day of their…