Nine

A few days into my Grand Experiment with Temporary Diabetes - which sucks, by the way, I mean no one should flirt with diabetes even a little bit because it's scary and tedious and it really sucks - I kept on getting my breakfasts wrong. I already knew that pancakes, waffles, toast or remotely edible … Continue reading Nine

2016: the things underneath

I know, I think this might be the latest I've ever posted one of these. And I was just going to leave it - it feels irrelevant to relive 2016 halfway through January, not to say depressing - but I was surprised: it cheered me right up. Looking through all our photos, remembering the small, lovely … Continue reading 2016: the things underneath

Marriage and the Magic Question: Who’s Doing the Work?

  I sent the text at 6.30, when (according to his schedule) he should've been an hour into his ninety-minute journey home. 'Hey, where are you?' I hate sending that text - the studied casualness of it, the fact that I'm too tired even to put a smiley face on the end. Wherever he is, … Continue reading Marriage and the Magic Question: Who’s Doing the Work?

2015, in bits and pieces

I had a professor once, at university, who sat us down at the beginning of our module - the two of us, in the study we'd had to go through three quads and two staircases to find - and gave us a reading list of books and articles he'd written himself. And that was, like, … Continue reading 2015, in bits and pieces

Ask for what you need; stand up for what you think

'Use your words. I can't understand whining. Tell me what you need. Use your words.' If I had a shiny pound for every time I've said this in the last few years, I'd be running off to purchase the entire stock of Waterstones and a personal Elton John concert. I am not a mind-reader. When … Continue reading Ask for what you need; stand up for what you think

Seven

This guy. It's our seventh anniversary today, and he's about to get back from a week away. When he's gone I feel the lack of him everywhere, from our bed to our dinner table to the text messages I keep having to send because he's not there to tell things to. We will pick him … Continue reading Seven

Cake for breakfast

And so we discover that time, that fickle mistress, halts for no man, and no matter how sunny your good looks are, EVEN YOU WILL BE TWENTY-NINE IN THE END. Or, in other words, Tim had his birthday this week, which means I'm not the only one in this house officially on the short slide … Continue reading Cake for breakfast

This is your house now: a tour for the person about to buy my house

I've had this post in my head for months, and months. The thought of writing it kept making me cry at inconvenient points. Now we finally have a fixed move date (in, um, two days), it's probably time to let it out.  Come on in. This is your house now. Here are some stairs. You'd … Continue reading This is your house now: a tour for the person about to buy my house

Flying the flag for date night

Real spouse talk: we find date nights hard these days. Didn't everyone say we would, and didn't we think, all naively, that we'd find a way to work around it? I am in awe of couples who manage to get out once a week or even once a month. Whether you pay someone to come … Continue reading Flying the flag for date night

Six

I remember that time you told me you said 'love is touching souls'. surely you've touched mine 'cause part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time Joni Mitchell Looking at this blog, you'd think Timothy was a supporting player. I don't talk about him directly, much. He wouldn't like … Continue reading Six