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It’s Just Not Cricket

The blog post below is doing the rounds on Twitter for good reason.  Not having grown up in England (Africa and Wales if you’re interested) I appreciate the baffling mystery of cricket.  However I seem to have adopted English eccentricity as if I were born to it (which I suppose I was – Bristol if […]

Teens are Fun

When people talk about teens there’s an emphasis on stroppiness and acne and anger management.  No-one talks about the pleasures.  Watching your wee boy transform in front of your eyes into a young man and become a funny and engaging adult whilst alternating with their toddler self, each trying to get the upper hand.  Oh […]

Purple Hair spreads Happiness

I had an unexpected response to my last post on feeling somewhat ordinary and deciding that what an ordinary accountant in the suburbs really needed was purple hair.  It seemed to strike a chord with people I have never met – this feeling of just being a little dull, a little uninspiring, of being dependable.  […]

Finding my Happiness in Purple

I am a sensible woman.  A woman to have on your side when the chips are down but not the kind who gets flowers or trips to Paris.  I am not a woman who needs flattery or flowers.  Or rather, I do not appear to be a woman who needs flattery or flowers. I am […]

Slight delay in Search for my Happiness

Normal service will be resumed shortly. This Saturday my sister-in-law (well ex-sister-in-law, we got custody of her in the divorce instead of getting my brother – Yay!) and two adult nieces are coming up to join Daniel and I scattering my mum’s ashes in our newly refurbed garden.  The garden project has been rumbling for […]

Finding My Happiness

I suppose it’s quite natural to not feel happy after a major bereavement.  I can’t say I’m UNhappy, just not happy.  I didn’t ever feel guilty about laughing or having fun after my mother died though I know many people do and I understand that – in fact I felt guilty about not feeling guilty […]

Coming Full Circle

I’m not going to turn a blog which is a varied collection of pointless jottings about one random life into a blog about grief.  My mother was a woman who liked to laugh, a lot, so she surely wouldn’t approve.  However she also liked a good cry – “Nanny,” sighed Daniel frequently “what are you […]