Sunday, 23 August 2020
Water Daughters
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My girls have often paddled in the River Mahon, they can hear it roaring after heavy rain. They have walked down to the bridge, got too clos...
Saturday, 1 August 2020
Breakfast In Bed
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He lies on his blanket and I push my feet underneath. I eat my breakfast in bed and then it's time for second sleep. When the childr...
Wednesday, 1 July 2020
The New Foal
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When leaving the field the children wanted to climb over the gate, five feet up then down the other side. The eldest sprung over, it wa...
Monday, 1 June 2020
Stones And String And Shells
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For all of our hiding the mess, filling the recycling bin, for all the preparation for our guests, and all the anticipation, Holly insis...
Friday, 1 May 2020
Prospect Of Flowers
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In the near-deserted petrol station we took turns going to the hatch. When the other car started Oh, What A Night was blasted into the e...
Wednesday, 1 April 2020
March
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Sometimes, I can only march. Not physically. In my head and in my heart with mustered energy I put one foot in front of the other, and ...
Sunday, 1 March 2020
Visitors
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The hot press is full to the brim, but the actual mess is dealt with. Clearing, cleaning, debating of merits, sorting and screening b...
Saturday, 1 February 2020
Sandwiches For Breakfast
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Nora came like a beast of burden, trafficking all manner of treats, and sandwiches in the hundreds. Juice, butter, milk and cream, choco...
Wednesday, 1 January 2020
Céline
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My French pen-pal sent me photos and made me laugh when she wrote, "I am a guinea pig." The letter bore an excellent sketch,...
Sunday, 1 December 2019
Glad
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I am glad this time of year, I am glad it's nearly done, I am glad to stop and breathe, I am glad when drummers drum. I am glad to h...
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