As if I always shine
You’ve no idea the work it took
And how much ‘pamper time’ . . .
Sometimes my heart breaks . . .
With a baby and a three year old, I found it almost impossible to get out of the door looking anywhere as near polished as I used to. In fact, some days, I really did resemble someone who had been sleeping rough for a few nights. I couldn’t understand how some women could turn up with four or five children and look as if they had just walked out of a beauty salon. I wrote this poem on a particularly bad day when a large part of me was grieving the pre-baby me. Continue reading I was quite “Trendy” . . . once!
I discovered that I was intolerant to wheat several years ago. It made grabbing a quick lunch in Reading almost impossible, unless you were lucky enough to come upon the one variety of sandwich offered by Starbucks before the limited stock ran out.
And THEN . . . Nibsy’s arrived (Hurrah!). Everything, but EVERYTHING is gluten free and DELICIOUS, and as a bonus, the café is beautiful and the staff are friendly.
When our 20 week ‘Write a Novel’ course finished a few years ago, eight of us from the course set up a writing group. We arranged to meet up in December (me hosting) with the intention of reading our festive flash-fiction pieces.
I was amazed when BBC Year of the Artist published this poem on their website.
I’m “mum”, and I’m rushing to get out on time
I’m wiping a nose as I run
I’m rubbing a bruise and making a drink
And trying to make it all fun