It’s called The Lost Things, and to get it you’ll need to pay for a subscription.Continue reading “The Lost Things…”
My dog Hazel taught me another lesson today. She rolled onto her back and presented her tummy to me. At the start she tried to lick me to say thank-you but after a few minutes she gave up, lay back and just let herself enjoy it.Continue reading “No need to reciprocate,”
Most days I have to remind myself that everyone has at least two versions to their life- the one that they show and the one they hide.Continue reading “Two worlds, two faces,”
Remember the book I released via monthly subscription earlier this year?
It will be flying into Amazon in January next year for you to purchase and read in its entirety. Keep your eyes peeled. Not long now!
What is it about? The Lost Things tells the stories of people who are either lost themselves or have lost someone or something precious to them. Join them on their treasure hunt and see where they end up. The church, St Anthony’s, is the driving force of the story, but when it comes under threat, who will stand up in its place?
Good things are coming in 2021 and The Lost Things could be one of them!
Do you remember doing Christmas crafts at school? My favourite was drawing a shape with glue then pouring glitter over and shaking the surplus off to reveal a perfect Christmas shape. All at once, mistakes and mess fell away and the best stuck.Continue reading “The things that stick”
Or a warrior?
Last night I was trying to encourage my daughter as she faces yet another week of AQE tests in school. Any other year she would be finished, but because of lockdown they have been postponed until after Christmas. It’s horrible. She’s exhausted and more stressed than an eleven year old should ever be. At bed time last night I told her she was a warrior. ‘Not a worrier?!’ she quipped.Continue reading “Are you a worrier,”
Something to hold onto.Continue reading “We all need”
I watched a very funny video clip on Friday about ‘just’ changing a light bulb…Continue reading “There is no ‘just’.”
The sweeter the tune.Continue reading “The older the fiddle”
I feel like we are all living this wretched nursery rhyme at the moment. Levels, graphs, numbers are at the forefront of our minds morning, noon and night.Continue reading “Neither up nor down”