Monthly Archives: November 2011
Tangled up. (And potential imprisonment.)
Posted on November 19, 2011 8 Comments
I am stood in the kitchen on my own, with the door firmly closed. From behind the sound of the tap right beside me pounding perilously hot water in to the sink, a sink which I filled as clumsily and as clattery, battery and whackery as I possibly could, and have also squirted way to […]
Must. Act. Normal. (An Irish potato hinged Fairytale.)
Posted on November 12, 2011 10 Comments
According to a person with absolutely no identity, who I am unable to describe for fear of retribution, but whom I can say with absolute certainty, is gorgeous, lovely caring, funny and a total babe. ‘The Irish one is as sexy as hell’ After I had collected my eyebrows off the ceiling and settled my […]
Call me a Moaning Bitch. I am Fine with it.
Posted on November 6, 2011 24 Comments
At 9.15 pm last night, with my toes slowly turning blue and wrinkly from too long spent doused in soggy socks nestled in to even soggier ‘all weather’ Ugg boots (which will now undoubtedly stink until the end of time) I did wonder for a moment if I had somehow been transported back in to […]
Rêve Rouge. (Algún Dia.)
Posted on November 2, 2011 13 Comments
There is a certain type of music, of pain, I know better than to inflict upon myself. I haven’t dared even approach this particular kind, for over 7 years. The memories of it too ruthless, for me to have even had any hope of survival. And yet, tonight, my low mood receding further in to […]
