Tag Archives: happiness
Whingey facebook statuses are dull and life-sapping. They’ve all but put me off logging in! But then I read status updates like this, from my friend who’s out in Costa Rica getting married (and doing some other rather wonderful things too) and my faith is completely restored. This is what she had to say: Dreams can come true. When I was 11 years old, my mum told me about a forest in Costa Rica that needed saving. My mum believed that children can change the world. Together with close friends we formed a dedicated group of young campaigners – The … Continue reading
I turned thirty-four yesterday. As you will see from this blog’s predecessor, I am now resigned to being old so there’s no need for commiserations. I had SUCH a lovely day. My birthday last year was nice but I was going downhill fast with M.E. and was very nervous that I wouldn’t be able to cope with the plans I’d made. This year – I was FIRING ON ALL CYLINDERS. Shit damn, I was alive! The Man brought me breakfast in bed. A perfectly-proportioned breakfast with free range bacon and vivid orange eggs. Oh and some mango lassi (isn’t he … Continue reading
This will be a very short blog. All you need to know is that Godminster cheddar is the finest cheese in the universe, including the bits of the universe that physicists haven’t yet found. It is a traffic-stopper of a cheese. It is perfect. It will make you weep and sink to the floor in a deep and blissful swoon. That is all.
Alright kids. How are you? Good? Bad? In between? However you are, I send you the very warmest of salutations. It’s quite odd being back out there in the world after so many months of semi-entrapment in my house, but it’s been REAL NICE to say hi to you all again. I’ve been proper enjoying the tweets and messages, like, I really have! They make me go, ‘YESSSS!’ And ‘AWWWWW!’ ‘WOWZERS I AM SO LUCKY’ and so on. I would never have dreamt of contacting a writer or blogger before I became one myself, but only now do I understand … Continue reading
I said I was going to write a long blog about what happened to me last year. I changed my mind. This blog is the reason I have a career as a novelist. It’s been with me since my first ever internet date, it’s travelled the world with me and it’s witnessed me meet and start my life with The Man. I love my blog. I don’t want to go and take a crap on it, which is what I would be doing were I to inventory the hours, days and weeks of doom during my time stuck in bed. … Continue reading
Dear Everyone who might find this blog, I’m BACK! I’m WELL! I survived the most horrible six months of my life! You may remember my last post, back in June, when I wrote something a bit cryptic about my body going on strike and me having to sign off for a while. I wasn’t being cryptic because I’m a dick (although I am a dick) – I was being cryptic because I didn’t yet know what was wrong with me. Except I did, really. The day it started – the day it seemed to come crashing out of the sky … Continue reading