Today, I found this piece in the Guardian:

Maggie died on 8 July, 1995. "I remember running away from the hospital," Lily says. "I couldn't believe birds were still singing, the world turning. I remember watching, in disbelief, as someone crossed the road as if nothing had happened." Every morning, she would wake and, for a second, not know ( Read more... )

I think I've lost my Christmas stocking ( Read more... )

Today would have been my Mum's birthday. She would have been 58 today.

I miss her so much.

Bah. Not a lot more to say. Today is also my birthday - I was born on Mum's 30th birthday - so it's an odd and mixed day. pierot is in Portsmouth and will hopefully be back by around 7 pm. I'm on my own in the house, theoretically working on my thesis. I've ( Read more... )