We heard the church bells donging “Wedding here … This is a wedding!” while we having lunch today and the question came for the first time ever: “Mummy, when did you get wedding’d?” “Oh, Mummy’s never been ‘married’ Poppet” I … Continue reading
* She leaned against the wooden rail and stared out across the fields, suddenly conscious of how much earlier the evenings were falling as she gazed at the sea of maize before her, flowery tips flickering in a deep golden … Continue reading
I have the temperamental gene (ha, what, really?!). I also have clinically diagnosed pms issues and this happy combination manages to turn me into a horrible bitchwomanfromhell for a few days a month every month. (I am aware of this … Continue reading
A new day and a 5-minute addendum to yesterday’s post: I woke up to the sun. My world immediately feels more accessible when that happens. I have another personal mountain to climb today, but seeing blue sky and glinting fields … Continue reading
* One day things will different. One day my heart will stop racing; One day I will stop forgetting to eat; One day I will stop myself before screaming at my child for not using his knife properly when I’m … Continue reading
The “I don’t want to go to Papa’s house, I want to stay with you” drama I wrote about in Check Mate continues … and intensifies, seemingly, with every episode. Tonight it took one hour of reasoning, reassuring, pacifying and … Continue reading
Clicks Send … waits in ever worried anticipation of a ‘message fail’ popup … leans back, smiles and utters the tradional ‘Yaaay’! … the ritual final steps in delivering on a deadline. I then look up … and around. We … Continue reading
People ask me constantly, “What are you still doing there, on your own, out in the middle of no-where … in Germany?? Why don’t you come home?!” … Well, apart from the fact that we love it here, there’s one … Continue reading
I’m wired. My head’s full of electro-static cotton wool … don’t google it, I just made it up. Nothing else can fully paint the picture of a feeling of cumulative nothingness piqued with jabbing, piercing needles which are prodding at … Continue reading
I think there’s only one thing more brutal than a young child’s honesty and that is his lack of empathy with his parents’ reaction to it. Tonight, I found myself, yet again, caught right inside the thorny tree which is … Continue reading
