As she runs downstairs, late as always, her perfume lingers on the landing then slowly makes its way under my door, floats across the room and seeps into my nostrils which are half asleep. They had determinedly been ignoring my … Continue reading
Except for my back which is killing me because I was leaning over from the waist for three hours solid. And my knees have a strange aztec design now ingrained on them, maybe for life, from kneeling on our hugely … Continue reading
It’s summertime. Today is the longest day of the year. Thus the shortest night too. As I write it’s almost ten pm and the sun is just about still up, around the front of the house, donning its pyjamas, brushing … Continue reading
Sixty seconds. A hundred steps. That’s all it takes to remove myself from the humming modern city and walk into a minute’s worth of discovered peace. And I have an anonymous selfish git to thank for this discovery. An individual … Continue reading
This morning is the morning after. On these mornings I avoid looking in the mirror until I forget what I am trying to avoid and catch a glimpse of myself as I approach the breakfast table. Then this is the … Continue reading
In the Younubogue Family can I have the daughter please? Oh, that’s me. And the sister? Me too. Wife? Mother? Aunt? Each card seems to bear a little picture of me. That must be because I play all these roles … Continue reading
I cross it twice almost each day, But never stop, and never stay To look at what this vision holds. I’m always late, or it’s too cold. Today’s the day to right that wrong, I won’t waste time, I … Continue reading
Spring has sprung. Well, the date has come and gone anyway. But it’s blinking freezing here. I even saw a sprinkling of frost on the neighbour’s roof this morning as I quickly opened the shutters onto a hazy, misty sky. … Continue reading
Goodness gracious, are my feet ugly at the moment! The winter collection of colours does absolutely nothing for them. The gungy mustard tone under the big nail, the pale brown stripes on the others, the black furriness of a few … Continue reading
Never in a million years did I think I would be able to utter these seven little words, and actually mean them. Of course I could have used them at a posh party instead of the somewhat ruder – ‘Please … Continue reading
Me, the scribbler
