Hello Adult. This past week has been a week of lasts. My last Friday night as a twentysomething, my last Sunday lie-in as a twentysomething, my last painful Monday morning wake-up as a twentysomething…. In case it isn’t slap-you-in-the-face obvious, this week I turn 30. I am surprisingly not too tormented about the looming age milestone that many […]
Monday Muse.
Sundays are so sweet, Mondays are positively bitter in comparison.
The Monday Muse. Choux your buns.
This time four days ago I was being kissed by the sunshine and caressed by silence. Today I am nuzzled by rain drops, sirens, children screaming and adults complaining. Goodbye Spanish campo, hello my old friend London. Having just returned to the city from a holiday, it has taken me a moment to become accustomed […]
The Monday Muse. 3 hours and 58 minutes.
My Sunday was spent grappling with 3 hours and 58 minutes of film history. As the sun was lost to the horizon and the light disappeared from the room, my tenacity was finally greeted with the line I had been waiting for. Eight of the most iconic words to be written since The Lumière brothers started this crazy craze […]
The Monday Muse. One Day.
One Day. I can’t remember exactly when I first started saying “one day”. I know I was very young. And I know I said it a lot. I also know that I say it as much now as I ever did then. I am the dreamer of the family with her head in the clouds. […]
The Monday Muse. Embracing the Odd.
Embracing the Odd. I was often told that if I wanted to be a writer I would need to grow a thick skin. My papery epidermis has taken a tear or two over the past couple of years, but a comment I received last week was to prove to be my biggest test yet. […]
The Monday Muse. Stuffed Hen.
Stuffed Hen. I have reached the age where weddings and babies are a common occurrence amongst my friends, and so for the second time this year I find myself organising a ‘hen do’. Whilst emailing prospective ‘hens’ my brain started to whirl and wonder, why the hell am I referred to as a ‘hen’? The […]
The Monday Muse. Skinny Fry.
You will have to excuse my meandering mind again today. As I was laid face down on a surgeon’s table this morning, I couldn’t help but wish I was sat on the riverside bench that the boy and I had perched on just 20 hours previously with two portions of chips and a can of […]
The Monday Muse. 27 hours.
This afternoon I realised that it takes me four minutes and 29 seconds to peel a satsuma. That’s over 31 minutes a week, which is around 1,631 minutes a year… otherwise known as 27 hours. It has come as quite a shock to me that such a block of my time is dedicated to one […]
The Monday Muse. The downfall of the human race.
Oxford. The city that saw me trawling museums as a child and drinking holes as a teenager. It is also home to a reprobate character or two… Five things I learned this weekend. A man (that you do not know) will find no qualms in stealing a sheepskin rug from under your bottom on the rooftop of […]
Grumpuss.
The monday musings of a crazy cat lady… Grumpuss. I was watching The Simpsons. He strolls into the room and plants a squidgy bundle of sellotape and wrapping paper on the bed. I look up, eyebrow cocked, and he nods towards the parcel. “Surprise.” After unfolding the glitter-caked paper I am reminded of that moment in […]