Blogging Re-Focus: The Same Gin, Only Stronger.

Consider this a belated 'If we were having coffee' post.  Hi. First, I would like to thank all of you who recently, and not so recently, clicked the button to read my ramblings.  I appreciate every one of you.  And I didn't know there were so many, many flooring and sanding companies out there.  So … Continue reading Blogging Re-Focus: The Same Gin, Only Stronger.

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Driving Through Doors

Today’s post was going to be about my ultimate stress-busters. A numbered list with keywords and phrases like What The Hell is Hygge? or Just Find Me, Google, Damn it! A (somewhat universal, but still rather personal) list that would garner such comments as: ‘Great post!’ b. ‘Your so funny!’ iii. ‘Can I have tea … Continue reading Driving Through Doors

Dear Groovy Readers

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

What’s It All About, Lorna?

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?

Of Balloons & Birthdays

'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 & Birthdays

Overheard In My Kitchen

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