Horace and the train trip to death

I’m on the 2:30 train to Cranbourne. I’ve just met a new friend, Jane, in Melbourne where we spent three lovely hours wandering around the Art of Banksy exhibition followed by a wonderful lunch at Dymocks bookshop. I had vegan shepherds pie accompanied by ginger & lemon tea. I’m feeling tired but also a little […]

A journey of healing

I wake up to the burning sensation in my stomach.  I clutch it, curling into a ball.  2am. I close my eyes, willing myself to breathe in, breathe out.  Please, brain, don’t go into overdrive tonight.  Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.  I feel the rise and fall of my burning abdomen. What […]

coming home

Coming home

I’ve been away. Two and a bit weeks ago Mr C decided I needed a break.  He had snagged himself a job (oh the relief!), and we had a little of the redundancy money left, so he decided to send me back to the UK to where my dad lives.  Just between you and me, […]

working and longing

Work and longing

And so it has arrived. The relief.  The overwhelming unadulterated release. After 10 months and 4 days of unemployment, Mr C has finally been offered a job. He got the phone call.  I heard him talking.  I knew it was THE call.  After three interviews, we hoped it would be what we wanted to hear. […]

Stream of consciousness

I wrote a post about gun laws, but I’m not going to post that today.  Another day perhaps, maybe later in the week. The truth is I’m tired. I’m too bogged down with what is going on in my own life, in my immediate vicinity, to make the effort to scream across the water at […]

Because that is business

Because that is business

A cloud, a dark cloud, has settled over our house. It isn’t visible, and if you come to visit you will never suspect that it is there, obstructing our view, preventing us from seeing the future, a bright future, a future that fills us with hope. Oh, of course, we have to remain hopeful, for […]

View from a bed

I’m in bed.  Recuperating from a hysterectomy. I have a way of downplaying things that happen to me.  I tend to speak about seemingly big things like they aren’t big things at all.  I think if I do this I am in effect minimising the magnitude of what has happened to me. I downplayed my […]