Stand By Me

I woke this morning sobbing uncontrollably. That hasn’t happened for a while.  My little one disturbed my slumber, whilst I was in the middle of a dream… I was in confession… ‘Bless me father for I have sinned, it is…’  In the dream I couldn’t remember when I last went to confession, I said 15…

Don’t Leave

I had this song in my head when I woke abruptly this morning, after having a bad dream about Artistic Poet. He was seeing somebody else – a 20 year old – and was ending our relationship because of her. Having experienced unfaithful/leaving dreams with Ex and reflected on their meaning, I think they signal…

Female of the species 

A thousand thundering thrills await me. Facing insurmountable odds gratefully. The female of the species is more deadly than the male. Shock shock horror horror. Shock shock horror I’ll shout myself hoarse for your supernatural force. The female of the species is more deadly than the male. Female of the Species Space I have just woke…


No song. No quotes. Just a picture of my tear-stained eye. I can’t stop crying today. I had the most vivid dream last night. One that would have been mundane, quotidian, unremarkable – before the bomb. Us, together as a family, sharing a meal in a restaurant (not one that I know). Hand holding. Hugs.…


‘May I return to the beginning. The light is dimming, and the dream is too. The world and I, we are still waiting. Still hesitating. Any dream will do.’ Any dream will do, Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice. Every Easter I like to give my children a ‘great memory’ as a gift. Unlike Christmas,…


‘Who’s gonna tell you when
. It’s too late
. Who’s gonna tell you things. 
Aren’t so great. You can’t go on
. Thinking nothing’s wrong
. Who’s gonna drive you home tonight. Who’s gonna pick you up
. When you fall. 
Who’s gonna hang it up
. When you call.
Who’s gonna pay attention
. To your dreams
. Who’s gonna plug their ears
. When…


‘who is this man who’s got the knife?’ The Subtle Knife, Philip Pullman. After doing all the chores… except for another load of washing; my laundry basket is like the magic porridge pot as soon as I get to the bottom, it’s full again …I had a relax on the sofa. The children were happily…