15: Why Hinch?

Why on this planet did I  bother with all that hinching over the weekend. I spent hours shifting the congealed layers of grease from my oven and microwave, not to mention all the washing-up, hoovering and mopping. I was rewarded with a flooded kitchen and an angry hubby, after bits if disintegrated Brillo pad somehowContinue reading “15: Why Hinch?”

1: A Diary

  I’ve done it! Volunteered myself for redundancy and signed on the dotted line. Redundancy seems a poor choice of word, and totally inadequate for a process that involves stepping into my new life; a life in which I will be anything but redundant, anything but a spare. In this life, I will be workingContinue reading “1: A Diary”