Like you, at this (*Do not use the word unprecedented! DO NOT use the word unprecedented!*) unprecedented time (sorry), I'm noticing the mood swings. I guess we all are. Some days I feel sad and pensive, weepy even. News of the spread of the virus, of the death toll, of friends who have contracted it … Continue reading Why rainbows?
I am never going to be the kind of person who cleans the cutlery drawer. I would rather write an essay/sit an exam/retake my driving test (I might have to by the time this is over). The only thing I would consider swapping it for is an OFSTED visit but even that would depend on … Continue reading Revelations in isolation
So it came after all, she thinks, staring out of the window at the rain. It falls in heavy handfuls, flicking fingers at the glass. She's not thinking about the rain but about the millennium bug that they prepared for twenty years ago (can it really be twenty?) It hadn't come. Patient, it had waited … Continue reading Millennium Bug
'Future Polly's going to love past Polly...' My daughter first said this when she was quite small. 'What do you mean?' It was Sunday afternoon and she led me to her room. Always tidy, with everything in its place, her bedroom was usually an oasis of organised calm, but that night there were things everywhere. … Continue reading Living backwards or forwards?
For years I've been saying inappropriate things. Sometimes people noticed, sometimes not. It probably wasn't obvious most of the time *hopes*. As with everything, you find ways to cope - lip reading, nodding, watching others- a bright smile, laughter, anything to help you join in. But the truth is, you often feel you're observing life … Continue reading Hearing aid
Last weekend I went to Northampton with about 60 other women and 2 men and made a wonky star. Here it is: - I made it in a pyrotechnics workshop - actually, I think it was called pyrography but pyrotechnics sounds better. It's where you burn patterns on wood. In my head, my plan was … Continue reading My Wonky Star
You know that thing when you're cleaning the toilet and a bit of toilet juice spurts up and stabs you in the eye, and you want to stick your head in a bucket of bleach? Well, that must be awful... I sometimes wish I could be more restrained about life, mosey along doing what I … Continue reading Do Noble Women Fall?