I’ve always loved words. I was one of those children who read everything. I’d read the words on the cereal boxes and whisper them so I could sense how they felt. Riboflavin. Thiamin. Magnesium. I wondered a little about what they meant, and I loved the familiarity of seeing them every day. I’d make little… Continue reading My Relationship with Words
I was a peculiar child. Peculiar in that bookwormy, writery, reading-absolutely-everything-I-could kind of way. I’m guessing that I’m amongst similarly peculiar friends here on the blogosphere. We – my sister and I – always had lots of presents at Christmas, but the ones that stand out the most are the strange ones, the ones that… Continue reading The Best Gift Ever
A potato. Kicked into the little bonfire and pulled out an hour or so later with a bit of green stick that happened to be left on the ground. Burned potato skin pulled open with a rusty fork. The same fork that had stirred the curried beans warmed up as a side dish. Beans curried… Continue reading Potato
An almost audible cyber-sigh passes around Facebook on Sunday teatimes when one of the Class of 1988 announces that they’ve put line-dried sheets on the bed and will be turning in early. Someone fanatically houseproud chimes in to say that they’ve ironed their bed linen, and we laugh through a debate about which of us… Continue reading Class of 1988