Saturday, May 04, 2013

Testing, testing

*Clears throat*

It's still here and Freeman in Preston is still around and...

Why did I ever leave this place behind? So much and nothing at all has happened in the interim. I dunno, I might come back here. Dust. Tidy up. Open a few windows. I've been writing in other places, but this was my first home. Hmmm. It might be time to reconnect with the past. There's a lot of catching up to do.

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

I'm shiny and new. Open spaces. Possibilities. I'm excited...

Friday, June 18, 2010

gordon effing bennet
Wow. It's been bloody ages.
Life, eh? Super crazy, huh? I'm listening to Radio 4 on t'interwebs. I'm a mother of R two days a week, working two days a week, a wife at the weekends and what am I doing the other one day of seven. What?
What am I doing?
Where has my life gone?
Answers on a postcard.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

mutherfucking kangaroo
I saw one, jumping down the streeet. Our street. The street where we live (in complete Tom-and-Barbara stylee). Gordon-fucking-Bennett.
Other news; there is none.
The vegetable garden is coming along; the apple and lemon trees both appear to be doing well (though the app;e treee frankly needs a really hard prune [don't we all, dear] both should drop some fruit at least).
I wish there was news. I wish there was life beyone child and garden. Certainly, finding worth ('quality'), finding a reason to live in housework is a challenge, but never let it be said I couldn't rise to a challenge. And Sprout is amazingly adorable, so there.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

fun - ee cummings style
Just so that the joy is recorded along with the misery...
when the world is mud-

when the world is mud-luscious

when the world is puddle-wonderful
when the world is puddle-wonderful



balloonMan whistles

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jumping
Christ, things are mad here. Nowhere to live. No job. Staying with TA's friends, who have a Sprout-aged little girl, while TA teaches in Melbourne. We're saving money, but my sanity has gone for a burton. Sprout is up from 3am every night feeding until 6am, at which point I just give up and get both of us up. I miss London. I miss work. I miss friends. I miss having an identity that is separate from my relationship with TA and Sprout. I miss being a functioning adult. I miss understanding how the world works. I miss sleep. I miss the BBC and freedom to listen to Radio 4. I miss writing - here, there, everywhere. I miss my figure - I'm Rubensesque.
I'm looking for somewhere to live (I still don't understand how it can take months - and I'm the one living it); I'm looking for a job. Frequently, I'm looking for my sanity - if you see it, please let me know.
My days are a blur of coffee and childcare. We go to the park. A lot.
Sometimes TA and I commit to doing something 'fun'. Last weekend we went to a children's farm so that Sprout and I could stroke piglets. On the way there, a kangaroo jumped across the road in front of us. That brings my kangaroo spottings to two.
We've been in Australia nearly a year. Very few days have gone by where I've not wished I was still in London.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Back to my point of origin, but feel both hyper-connected and strangely distanced. Unreal city, unreal island. Sprout doesn't care, of course, as long as there's milk and me he's happy. He's not so keen on the grandparents though and, presumably thanks to the plane journey, he is spraying snot every which way - his first non-teething illness. Nice to be back in the homeland of melus melus though.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

by Sydney Central station I sat down and wept
Or at least I felt like doing so. The last couple of weeks have been very strange. It was my birthday - always a time of introspection in the run up. Then on the day (here) I heard that my cousin had been taken very ill suddenly and, since it was sadness several steps removed, it made the day seem sweeter and more precious in comparision. I woke up the next day to discover that my cousin had died on my birthday (there). The strangeness of time difference acomplishing a further disconnection.
The funeral was yesterday and, of course, I couldn't make it, but I wrote to my very frail Free French Navy veteran uncle some words of attempted comfort. And, in the meantime, there was the news of the beautiful, stately Natasha Richardson's tumble and death on the ski slopes. I had a bit of a Diana moment - it was easier, cleaner and altogether less complicated to be sad about her death than grieve for my cousin. Easier by far to read up on a life well lived and mourn a stranger with a familiar face than mourn an unfamiliar, but at the root of it actually family, cousin distanced by time, place and circumstance.
In between times, I have been awarded my spouse visa (finally) and begun sorting through the remnant of a remnant of our belongings into sell, bin and keep piles. We'll need to put everything in storage so it will pay to travel light. Again.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

just dance

nb. I was standing next to the CD player, the music wasn't that loud.

Friday, February 27, 2009

onwards and upwards
Yep, we're moving. TA's extended probation came to an end and with it his employment, which - after two months of sniping and bullying - was quite a big relief. So. We're off to Melbourne to start afresh. So many thoughts, ideas, hopes, fears. So much hanging in the balance. It's scary times again. And we all know that last time we were in this position we both lost our minds; better watch out that doesn't happen again. Sprout helps keep us grounded and focused on the here and now, but a little part of me still wants to up sticks entirely - Bali, Thailand? - anywhere hot and cheap where I can teach English and lie on a beach sipping something iced and deadly alcoholic. Part of me wonders how I got so old.