My mother has told so many lies over the years, she can barely remember what it is she’s lied about, so convinced by her own lies that even I had to point out the massive differences in the stories she has told.
Category Archives: The Author In Me
Blogs, The English Language & Paying Attention
The Cambridge and Oxford English Dictionaries are even bowing to the abuse and printing new dialect words as proper English, which they are not. I have no trust in Dictionaries anymore. And for the record it’s not Phoenix, it’s Pheonix.!!
Writing, Kids & Wedding Suits
I’d hoped to wear a cream dress I already had, but I haven’t lost enough inches around my chest to be able to get back into it, so I’m looking for something else. She
Pasties, Socialising and Hampton’s Shirt
I just sit there listening and observing and smiling benignly when they tell rude jokes and then apologise to me for their language, like they don’t know I’m English and can out cuss them any day of the week.
Vegans, Writing and Competitive Plushies
He said it was okay to bring meat and vegetarian stuff, but I’d find that quite offensive when everyone I know knows I’m vegan and then brings animal flesh and produce into my home.
Writing and Psychic Recycling
I’ve been writing since February 2017, so we’re pretty far close to my thirties by now, which is when all the really dark stuff starts and it’s not that easy to write about, because in writing you have to relive the emotions of the moment…
Do You Wanna Build A Snowman.?
Today is gonna be a long ass day.! It started just before 6am… 6AM people.! 😮 Like… who starts a day that early.? Bear… Bear starts a day that early… most days in fact… because he’s weird… and has to start work at 7.30am. Anyway, 6am I’m listening to Bear shower, trying desperately not toContinue reading “Do You Wanna Build A Snowman.?”
Dear Diary... 