Hi, How the hell are ya? If you've been blogging for a long time or since last week, you might have heard something about your target audience or your ideal reader. And allow me to say something else controversial here, I've never had one. Or it's always been you. Reading from wherever you are, drinking … Continue reading Dear Groovy Readers
I started blogging in 2010. I'm a lifetime disabled person. Back then I had just moved in with my boyfriend, and I wanted to write from the perspective of a youngish, funny, disabled person in a relationship and living in not the most accessible city in the world. I'm also living in a country I … Continue reading What’s It All About, Lorna?
'Happy Birthday, baby!' 'Go to sleep, Mummy.' 'Aren't you excited?' 'Sleeep, Mummy.' Isla crawled into bed between us, then well, went back to sleep. 'What time is it?' 'Five o'clock.' 'Well, shit. G'night,' I said. Two hours later. Stickers and balloons in bed. 'What, no penguins?' Isla asked. 'C'mon, guys!' Her favourite thing of the … Continue reading Of Balloons and Birthdays
A conversation with Isla (not even, but nearly 3) had me in happy-tears yesterday. Isla: This snack is delicious. Me: What else is delicious? Isla: You are! Me: No, you are. Isla: But I made you. Me: I think you'll find, I made you. Isla: We made each other, Mummy. … Continue reading Well, We Kinda Did.
Isla: Mum, you ran OVER my Bugles! (We have graduated from Mummy/Mumma to plain Mum when she's pissed at me.) Me: I'm sorry, does that really um, grind your gears? Isla: What? Me: Never mind. Sometime later... Isla: I'm still hungry. Me: I'll fix you a plate. You better eat what I give you. (Ham, … Continue reading Overheard In My Kitchen
Hello! How's the week treated you? I hope you're all good, but even if you're not, let's put the world to rights. If we were were having coffee show you my favourite picture from this week. Isla decided my wheels needed redone. I was very happy with them. Some things: If she says she's experimenting, … Continue reading Coffee and a Visit
Last night was date night/Twin Peaks night. Neil and I haven't had one of those in a long time, so Isla spent last night at Dad and Anne's, playing with their cats and probably having too much sugar. She left and my heart felt like Swiss cheese. She came back and I touched her face … Continue reading One More Thing