GIOMC 04: Fallen Behind

I am officially a Master's student. OK - writing that 'out loud' did feel a bit special in comparison to how I've been feeling thus far. According to Google, or more specifically the completely accurate Wikipedia ~ don't come after me for the satire ~, a Master's degree is one which demonstrates mastery or a high-order overview of a … Continue reading GIOMC 04: Fallen Behind

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine: What I Thought

'I suppose one of the reasons we're all able to continue to exist for our allotted span in this green and blue vale of tears is that there is always, however remote it might seem, the possibility of change.' We tend to walk through life under the impression that most of us humans think and … Continue reading Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine: What I Thought

Losing My Best Friend

I've been perplexed at every 'Just two weeks until they're back' or 'Why is the summer so long'. Perhaps I'm the strange one, but you see, this summer has sped by. You've not bombarded us with bad behaviour. You've not had to be busy daily. Spending more money than we had. Sure, you've eaten your … Continue reading Losing My Best Friend

Are You OK, Mama?

I like to think I have an open and honest relationship with my partner. This willingness to share, combined with my emotional Cancerian tendencies, led to me admitting that I'm concerned about my mental health now that the school holidays are here. Scared. Terrified. I had been cruising along nicely with my little nursery and … Continue reading Are You OK, Mama?

Wrecked: What I thought

I've finished my first read of 2019. It only took me five months - I was reading it on and off for a few months before that, too. But that doesn't influence what I thought of the book. Because I was focusing loads more on writing, rather than reading. So, here's what I thought of … Continue reading Wrecked: What I thought

You’re being moulded

From the day you depart your mother's womb, they're trying to mould you. Buy this pink medicine for the unbearable cries, the little warmer than normal skin, the babe that doesn't sleep. Fill them up with it, watch them calm, quiet their temper, their angst. Now wipe them with this wipe, that cream, wash them … Continue reading You’re being moulded