Silly Adventure – Bunny Soup in Chilton

What to do on a Sunday, when one has risen from their boudoir just in time to have missed morning service at the local spiritual establishment, and is in the company of God-fearing guests? Stand outside one’s clifftop cave with a box of orange-flavoured Matchmakers, and coax them out into the open. A winner everyContinue reading “Silly Adventure – Bunny Soup in Chilton”

Savvy Book – Pure

Sure, Julianna Baggot’s ‘Pure’ may well be a post-apocalyptic novel centering around the adventures of four knife-wielding teenagers but, to me, as a very-much-in-the-present-middle-aged-and-stressed-out mother, there is much I can relate to. Imagine this scene: You have lost your grip over your teenage sprogs, who have abandoned ship. You were rather hoping that, once settled,Continue reading “Savvy Book – Pure”

Savvy Book – Switched

Amanda Hockings¬†‘Switched’¬†(available at Waterstones) is a must-read if, like myself, you are a bitter and twisted old person, still with a chip on your shoulder about the sibling who, many eons ago,¬† insisted that you were an unwanted changeling! The novel centres around the character of Wendy, the troublesome daughter of a supposed mother whoContinue reading “Savvy Book – Switched”

37: Lippy

  Saturdays are, of course, fab; it being, for the majority of humans, the day after the workday of Friday. But how long does the reverie last for before imminent Sunday intrudes? And, for how many of us, is Sunday (far from being a day of rest) a day of enthusiastic-I’m-so-ahead-of-myself planning for Monday andContinue reading “37: Lippy”

33: Grated Orange

Today is a Day Job day. Stop complaining, I hear you say; do your bit for society and be grateful. I feel grateful, as in grated and full. Bits of my skin have been grated off and the wounds have been allowed to fester. The infection was supposed to make its way into me, toContinue reading “33: Grated Orange”

A Medicinal Stroll in Chilton

I’m sitting here staring at a book about the ‘Wrekin Giant’ wondering when I will finally get around to creating my own version of the Salopian folk tale. No point sitting here just thinking about it. If I’m not going to get on with it here and now, it’s time to get out. Not outContinue reading “A Medicinal Stroll in Chilton”