I’m seriously beginning to worry I have the word “sucker” written on the back of my head or something… I worked late last night. Really late. By the time I finally got out of work, I was absolutely starving. Apologies to anyone who shared a bus with me last night, by the way. That horrific rumbling noise you heard? My tummy. Sorry ’bout...

Dear August, Um. Where did you come from? No, seriously. How did you get here so soon? Wasn’t it, like, February or something just a couple of weeks ago?? There’s something strange going on. Time is disappearing. People at my work are beginning to use that word. You know the one. It starts with a C. I don’t really want to type it – you know...

I have a big, big problem. Well, actually, it’s not that big a problem. It’s actually quite small…and that’s the problem. It’s the Apple iPad. My husband (let’s call him iGus) is a big fan of gadgets. Especially small, shiny gadgets. Especially small, shiny gadgets bearing the Apple logo. There’s just something about that...

Warning: This post contains the f-word. Please read at your own discretion. ~~ When I was stuck at home sick last week, the strangest thing happened to me. I was sitting in bed, reading. Or rather, I was meant to be reading. The book had closed itself in my hand, fallen to one side, and my eyes were closed. (There’s a slight possibility I may have actually...

You see, I was planning to write a post the day after my birthday; some big, long, epic, philosophical bollocks I’ve completely forgotten the words for now. I had it planned. But this isn’t that post. Because that’s the thing about life. You can plan all you like, but there’s always something that comes up and destroys all your plans, sending...

There’s a very special kind of fear that sits at the very edge of my mind as the date of my birthday approaches. First, I notice the month, and I think to myself with a little teaspoon-full of dread, that the month of my birthday has finally arrived. And I’m kinda okay with that. Then, as the date itself lurches closer and closer, the sense of...

I had a bizarre dream the other night… For some insane reason, I was going whitewater rafting. Don’t ask me why I’d agreed to this. I’m the polar opposite of a thrillseeker. I’m more of a nice-cup-of-tea-and-a-good-book-seeker. But that’s the thing with dreams – you always find yourself in the most impossibly stupid...