I’m sorry, son. We tried.

I’m sorry, son. We tried to keep the bad guys out. The ones that have elbowed their way to the top, and continue to stand on the heads of the triers beneath them. We tried. I’m sorry, son. We tried to separate, fold, condense, and ship our rubbish off to the right places, only for……

GIOMC 04: Fallen Behind

I am officially a Master’s student. OK – writing that ‘out loud’ did feel a bit special in comparison to how I’ve been feeling thus far. According to Google, or more specifically the completely accurate Wikipedia ~ don’t come after me for the satire ~, a Master’s degree is one which demonstrates mastery or a high-order overview of a……

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine: What I Thought

‘I suppose one of the reasons we’re all able to continue to exist for our allotted span in this green and blue vale of tears is that there is always, however remote it might seem, the possibility of change.’ We tend to walk through life under the impression that most of us humans think and……

Losing My Best Friend

I’ve been perplexed at every ‘Just two weeks until they’re back’ or ‘Why is the summer so long’. Perhaps I’m the strange one, but you see, this summer has sped by. You’ve not bombarded us with bad behaviour. You’ve not had to be busy daily. Spending more money than we had. Sure, you’ve eaten your……

Are You OK, Mama?

I like to think I have an open and honest relationship with my partner. This willingness to share, combined with my emotional Cancerian tendencies, led to me admitting that I’m concerned about my mental health now that the school holidays are here. Scared. Terrified. I had been cruising along nicely with my little nursery and……

Dear, Noah: My Star of the Week

Dear, Noah, Today you turned 1401 days old. You’re 46 months old. Your fourth birthday is not until 30th August: six measly days before you start Reception. In that same week, some of your classmates could be turning five. So, you’re the youngest in your year. The baby. You’ve had a lot of catching up……