I've been thinking about writing this for a while, and ironically despite the title I've actually found it probably the hardest blog to write so far, not necessarily emotionally but for the first time I knew I wanted to write but I wasn't sure what to. So here goes... An open letter to my Dad. … Continue reading I’m okay.
Which sounds simultaneously insulting and like an oxymoron, but bear with me. Most people who meet me these days will see me as a tough bitch who can seemingly handle anything. See resting bitch face photo for reference: When in actual fact I spent 99% of my time in my messy office, writing, editing, … Continue reading Happy Mother’s Day to the child without a mother
Now you're singing The Boomtown Rats in a slightly confused fashion right? So this is something I think about every week. Heh, get it? Because Sunday is once a week? Okay I've not woken up properly yet, my humour isn't exactly on point. So I'm sat here, in my warm cosy office, candles burning away, … Continue reading I don’t like… Sundays?
(If you're wondering what's happened here, Steve the dog is in the sink dressed as a reindeer, and my Dad found a huge icicle outside and is trying poke the dog in the ass with it.) - Christmas 2010, the last normal one. I wasn't always a scrooge, in fact I used to be the … Continue reading Merry F**king Christmas.