Monthly Archives: October 2014

Dear Ms Bouchart, I don’t envy your job.  Mayor of anywhere is not an easy option, and mayor of a major port town like Calais must be even more complex.  You have my every sympathy.  But unless your my French … Continue reading →

My little boy starts school next year.  I’m struggling to accept that the child who was in nappies earlier this year will be starting education next year – what happened to my baby?  I have to apply for schools for … Continue reading →

Isaac and I have been having a bit of a Disney fest recently.  Mostly Wall-E and Frozen. If I hear “Love is an open door” one more time, there’s a worrying chance I might make osmebody eat the bloody door. It’s … Continue reading →

8 years ago, I lost a very dear friend.  Not to cancer or a car crash, but to Texas death row.  He was executed on November 1, 2006. Tonight, for some reason, the loss has really hit me.  I started … Continue reading →

So this is a warning right from the start.  I may be about to make significantly less sense than usual.  And if you can bring your mind to imagine that – kudos! Today was the London Women’s Convention.  It’s an … Continue reading →

oh wait, that’s probably a bit heretical, right?  Ok.  Justin Welby is awesome, anyway. This blog (can you tell I’ve just learnt to do this?  I’m gonna be linking every bloody thing now) says it all.  It sounds like it … Continue reading →

As humans, we have a tendency to label things.  “She is X – therefore, she does Y”.  Maybe it’s a way of understanding a very confusing world.  I’ve recently realised though, that when it comes to church, and faith, none … Continue reading →

Today should have been a great day.  Actually, I’m writing this from a difficult perspective, so let me be realistic – it was a great day.  Church parade with some beautifully well behaved Brownies and an amazing church so obviously … Continue reading →

I got the bus into town today  It’s a hot October, and I feel the heat.  So there’s me, dressing for the weather.  Jeans and a t-shirt.  I’m 30,  I’d not put any make-up on and my hair looked somewhat … Continue reading →