Written in 2011.

Home is where the heart is, they say.
That’s why My Home has no permanent location. Continue Reading »

My Hoody


It’s there all the time.
When I’m cold. When I’m hot.
When I’m finishing the last crumbly truffle from the box…
When I’m playing Hide and Seek with my Khadu Khadu and she finds me, giggles and runs in to give me an ‘uummmmmaaaah’ kiss.
Those times, I barely notice it. It’s just there. Continue Reading »

So, it’s been a month.
A month in which I have not driven.
A month in which I have not sang.
A month in which I have not sat comfortably.
A month in which I have simultaneously hated everyone and loved everyone.

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***I have written this as I have no other way of finding all the different people who helped me after my Renault Clio was hit by a stolen BMW on Longmead Avenue, Bristol, on Monday 30th June at 5.20pm… I would be ever so grateful if people could share this on the internet, so my Heroes can see this****

Car Crash

When I knew there was nothing else I could do but wait, I curled myself into a ball. Like when a moth flies into my room and I’m not close enough to the door.
“My parents are going to kill me” a voice repeated in my head.
Another voice panicked, “How will your best friend know? Your best friend needs to know!” “Your best friend HAS to know!!”
A small voice whispered somewhere, “am I meant to steer into it? Or is that with snow?” Continue Reading »

Twenty Thirteen

In less than 6 hours, we’ll be welcoming another year.
A new start. A fresh leaf. A blank page. Continue Reading »

…what exactly is wrong with a woman having a fully grown moustache?
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Knickers in a Twist

Feeling a bit blah.
Wrote some words. Continue Reading »