51: Saucy Sunday

Fed up with tidying up everyone else’s mess, I thought I’d experiment, i.e. abandon the kitchen for a day, in the hope that Hubby might get busy in there. Hubby did get busy in there. After a long Sunday-morning lie-in, I decide to face reality and venture into the kitchen. This is what it looks…

32: The Outcome

Needless to say, now that I’ve hit the kitchen, things are deteriorating at tip-top speed. I’ve gathered together the basics, i.e. a measuring jug and rolling pin, but, I’m having trouble with finding any available cooking chocolate. I would ask for your help out there, with a ‘Has anybody seen the chocolate?’ plea, but then…

27: Interesting

  Interesting. Interesting that my shortest post, in this series,┬áKnackered, has received a bumper number of viewings! I can only conclude from this, that the whole world, including the people in it, is knackered. ‘Is’ being the appropriate tense of verb to use because, in all being knackered, we are all as one, i.e. knackered….

22: Bit by Bit

  Three months to go. Three months before the whole of my meness can step out. Three months before I dare glance into the mirror to see who I am. Three months to get this blog site to do a take-off because, once I’ve stepped out, I’m not at all sure that I’ll have any…

Norma: A Savvy Poem

  I prefer not to be called Norma, in that I am not, to you, normal. My normalities, it’s true, are your abnormalities, which means that I am not, in truth, normal – to you! To me, though, to be abnormal – to you – is to be my kind of normal. And my kind…

Batted

Disclaimer: This post is primarily to share my own poetry, but it does contain an affiliate link to a poetry collection by John Gallaher. If you choose to purchase Gallaher’s book, I will receive a commission at no cost to yourself. ‘What’s it like to be a bat?’ he asks. And then, before I can…