How to Survive…School Reunions

School reunions – survival 101 Be charming to everyone, even the person who said bitchy things about you behind your back ten years ago.   Don’t drink too much.  The school days are over and you don’t want to make a tit of yourself when you ought to be older and wiser. Don’t lie – if…

Blogging to Booking.

Hello readers, The silence hasn’t been for nothing.  Although I haven’t posted anything new for the past month, I have been going through every single blog I’ve written over the past five years and edited them on my Mac.  As I’m navigating this career change, I’m using my time to make my blog into ‘something…

8 Things I Trust In:

  Because I’m human, some of these beliefs are contradictory – I apologise. I trust that things happen for a reason. This is so easy to believe when things are going right.  But I’ve realised it’s more important to trust things happen for a reason when life isn’t going to plan.  And to believe it…

If I’d have known…

To Younger Me, You’re 16 and you need to know it’s not gonna go how you plan.  You won’t be with this man forever; he’ll surprise and disappoint you and resurface like those sparkly hot pants you forgot you had.  When you leave him you’ll be lost.  But you’ll work out it’s how you find…

Unravelling

The inevitable has come to fruition, And everything else is tumbling inward at an alarming rate. I’m unravelling. Will screaming help? Not really. Will crying? Temporarily. How will I fill the void you’ll create with your absence?      

Colours of our lives

Last week I went to India.  I am writing this at 3am on a Monday morning (UK time) because I can’t shift this jet lag, having only landed at 9pm Sunday night.   For me, one of the most striking aspects of the Indian culture is the colour: sarees, spices and holi abir add a…

These hands

These hands these hands – adorned with silver, gold and opal – twitch with a need for touch they tingle for intimacy my fingertips hold yours; will you be around for long enough for me to learn their print?   the lick of varnish applied before rousing Friday nights wears off by Monday morning; telling of…

History repeating itself.

There was instant attraction between the first guy and I. It happened once, then it happened again, and again and again. Love developed (at least on my side). Sadly, this man had someone else. Of course she was is a sexy Spaniard – he is was a marvelous Mancunian. An attraction based on friendship, fuelled by…

Runaway Bride

The penny has finally dropped.  It’s taken a year of hard learning, but I’ve got there. Things are usually so easy with The Bar Man; we both know how casual our relationship is and our evening started as it always has done.  As good friends do, we spent time catching up over a glass of…