September contains, in quick succession, the anniversary of my sister's death, closely followed by my niece's birthday. This year inspired me to write a poem, kind of commemorating both. Making my niece a cake has been a painful privilege each year - I'm glad I could do it for her, whilst, at the same time, it underlines, afresh, the missing person who would make it for her, before. This year I didn't actually make the cake, as her Daddy has become a cake-master, but, for poetic licence in the poem, I did! Anyway...here is the poem. Enjoy...I think! The Birthday Cake Mummy made me a cake, once, in the shape of a dinosaur. Its long, fondant-icing neck, stretched to the edge of the board, bulbous and pink. She had tears in her eyes, as she carried it in. The adults exchanged glances. One guffawed. Mummy giggled. I wasn’t sure why, but I think they liked the cake very much and were proud of Mummy, as cakes weren’t rea
Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't posted for so long! This week, I took part in a writing exercise where the prompt for writing was "juxtaposition." My mind immediately went to the highs and lows of lockdown, particularly in family life. A few people were amused by what I wrote and said it resonated, so I thought I would share! Do share it with others, if you enjoy it and let me know! A Week in the Life of Lockdown: The Highs and Lows Monday Feeling optimistic about the week ahead. Gave myself a pep-talk. Ancestors faced worse. No more over dramatising. Big girl pants on. Home-schooling planned and resourced. Confident children will comply. Diet starts again today. Let’s do this! Tuesday I hate my life! How can anyone simultaneously be a Maths tutor, French vocab specialist, sibling-squabble negotiator, IT consultant and meal provider, whilst retaining any shred of sanity? Working from home is near-impossible. Taking refuge in wine and Dairy Milk.