I am a sentimental old fool. I never shun an opportunity for a decent wallow in nostalgia. Since the departure of both my grannies, this predilection for wistful yearning has grown. The house is punctuated with bits and pieces inherited from my grandmothers (and by punctuated, I mean the sort of punctuation designed for pause – commas, semi-colons and full-stops. I can’t walk along the hallway without having to stop […]
So maybe you thought Pizza Hut had disappeared with Roxette and 1927 (the band, not the year). Well it didn’t. My local Pizza Hut has been in the same spot, wearing the same 80s red brick outfit and opening the same doors ever since I was wearing a ra-ra skirt with a wide elastic belt. Back then, the highlight for me was the great big swinging plastic balls of ginger […]
I’ve been in a semi-homesick state for a few months now, which is dumb, because I am home most of the time. But in what I guess is the pit of my stomach, mixing it up with various enzymes and comistibles, is a tightly tangled ball something I can best describe as homesickness. Or maybe wistfulness? Nostalgia? Homewistalgia? I don’t need a psychotherapist to tell me the reasons why – […]
Hello! It’s me, bursting through the surface of a slightly murky pond and taking some deep, vital, life affirming breaths: Holy sweet moly it’s good to see you here on the lovely other side of a slightly traumatic, near drowning-in-chaos event. That sounds dramatic but when the contents of one’s house is being carted up the road by a booze of year twelve leavers in a cloud of dust, there […]
Tonight my children asked me to tell them a story instead of reading one. So I just started off without thinking, just to see where the story went and where we might all end up. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Meg who lived on a beautiful farm by the river with her Mum and her Dad and her sister.” “Is that you-Meg Mum?” Asked someone. “Yes. […]
Remember those late summer days, with the hum Of insects and shimmering heat and that sun That low golden, ‘I’m in love’ sun? Remember the songs we could hear in the trees, The scent of hot grass and the warm salted breeze, That thistledown-wish laden breeze? Remember the lemonade smile on your face, The knowing that we all belong in this place, This dearly-held, storybook place? Remember the stepping of […]
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