I ought to be blogging but I'm playing Lego Star Wars I ought to be working but I'm doing the laundry I ought to be reading for my leadership training but I'm absorbed in detectives I ought to be running but I'm working through lunch time I ought to be making dinner but I'm hugging… Continue reading I ought to be…
Are we nearly there yet? Almost holidays Almost the end of daily routines Weekly clubs already over Taxi service to sports is done with Peace and quiet looming, stretching to the horizon Or Kids off school, bored and nagging Interruptions, requests for snacks and screen time Organising activities and friends to play Money leaking to… Continue reading Almost there
Snatched moments A few minutes of company Pleasure in easy companionship Mundane chatter about nothing Twenty minutes of a return to before Being friends is no longer an everyday pastime Long lunches distant memories Yoga classes no more Because Children change everything And, most days, it's a fair exchange I managed a short lunchtime walk… Continue reading Snatched moments
As someone who usually refuses to think about getting festive until mid-December, you might be getting the impression I'm rather excited this year. I'm not. I'm actually finding life more than usually difficult. Baby boy3 is on my mind a lot and it's not easy for me to understand why. So, to try to focus… Continue reading A Christmas Poem
Soundtrack silenced Senses heightened Birdsong and blowing leaves an accompaniment To the rhythm Of trainers tapping on tarmac. Yeah, so that's what happens when you don't charge your Bluetooth headphones before a long run and their battery dies half way through. I stuck them in my pocket, enjoyed the birdsong and the security of hearing… Continue reading Running without Headphones
Thirty thousand is the price to pay Lives worth less than money Less than "freedom" Less than convenience But who will they be? Will it be me Will it be you Will it be someone we love Will it be someone unknown whose loss precludes a life bringing change and wonder Are our lives less… Continue reading Will it be you?
It was national poetry day yesterday so I wrote this at 10pm. Sitting waiting for the washer to finish it's final spinSo I can move things to the drierOr the kids won't have clean jumpers tomorrowAnd I can go to bed. That's a poem right? Close enough.