This is exactly the sort of thing that occupies Z's fantasy life. (Not disaster so much, as being prepared to face disaster). This leads to him taking a knife with us on every journey (although not in his hand luggage, thank god) which lets him feel prepared and leads me to feel certain we will be arrested one of these days ( Read more... )

Between a restless baby and a poorly husband I was up at 6am, watching the sky and the mingling light of the stars and the planes slowly arcing to land ( Read more... )

Z had a week off between leaving his old job and starting his new one so we spent a lot of time laying down wooden floors and painting walls in his old house before people move into it. In many ways it was gruelling and exhausting and in some ways it was fun - (like eating takeaway pizza on the bare newly-laid floor of a bare house, and dancing ( Read more... )

I have done many interesting things last week, such as be ill and go to Paris for the weekend. Originally I considered myself too tired and too poor to do the latter, but Z put all his powers of persuasion to the test and caught me at tender moments when I was drowsy and benign from Lemsips and daytime telly ( Read more... )

My friend texted yesterday from Belgrade to say that my last love is getting married in September and that he sends me his warmest greetings. So I SMS'd him my warmest greetings back ( Read more... )

My first great romance was at the age of 15 with a man called Isaac who was very much not my boyfriend at the time. Isaac was not my first great love - that was a year later with a man called Alexander, who was also not my boyfriend- but he was my perfect fairy tale romantic hero ( Read more... )

Old habits die hard. I am still almost completely soundless when I cry, just my body shakes with sobs. And spilled tears surprise me with their heat and their taste ( Read more... )

I've been crazy busy all week, did lots of readings - managed to customise my tarot deck by spilling a lot of water on it and the turqouise scarf it was wrapped in (which proceeded to dye my cards blue- it is good I am fond of the colour I suppose). Work was hectic in the ways work gets when all the bosses are away and various official people are ( Read more... )

A man a long time ago, who wrote and made beautiful things. The first person who wrote me love letters, and these made me uncomfortable and thrilled in equal measures ( Read more... )

I've been mourning the end of my love affair ( Read more... )