I have been on Annual Leave, pending maternity leave, for the last two weeks. It has been mostly excellent, considering The State Of The Pelvis, and in fact all the rest allowed me to recover sufficiently to even brave A Trip To Brent Cross last week for essentials (new underwear, socks and summer pj's for M, a summery maternity dress for me, and ( Read more... )

Z has been away since Tuesday (he's in Montenegro with the Baby) and alone I shall remain until the end of the month. That first day at work I was all mopey all 'what should I do with all this free time and this lack of demands and responsibilities' and my co-worker gave me a look of pure contempt and said "If the answer to that is not self-evident ( Read more... )

Dudes! I am writing again ( Read more... )

Trudging through the snow
On a wobbly, wobbly bike
Down the streets I go
Cursing all the way
Swirls of snow are slung
Amping up my fright
Oh What fun a long commute
Through the misty foggy blight

Oh, falling snow, falling snow
Cursing all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
My death-wish steed today Paradoxically, the snow in my garden pleases me ( Read more... )

Well voiceofsauron's prophecy that I would get ill appears to be coming true, as I have lost my voice.

However, I have discovered magnetic poetry and now my fridge is strung with almost-haikus.

The morning quivers
with the memory of
Butterflies

In the Spirit of the Rabbit Hole Day

My sleep was heavy, opium-drugged, filled with smoke and fog and half-remembered yearnings.
The Caterpillar has good shit I told the Cheshire Sheep who grinned at me as she faded in and out of rays of purple light, and crossed her feet daintily at the ankles ( Read more... )

I rang my exceedingly nice osteopath yesterday and he's exceedingly nicely given me an appointment for Thursday whereupon I shall pay him some money and he will make my back do scary noises and then afterwards I'll be able to walk again ( Read more... )

Today I am slightly crippled, having had a bit of a misunderstanding with some stairs yesterday and cutting my Achilles tendon as a result (it's not severed or anything, but it still hurts). And as a result of that little episode, it hurts to walk because my shoes keep rubbing against the injured part of the tendon so I'm refusing to walk or chase ( Read more... )

in the darkness the
cricket's song like the touch of
warmer nights with you

in the morning the
snow is blue-shadowed and
tender as kisses

i am in love with
the crook of your jawbone and
the nearness of you

outside my room the
moon sails on

It is curious how many things I'd forgotten or given up for lost resurface when I'm looking for something else entirely, like the papers for work today ( Read more... )