This past few days has seen women march in almost every country on the planet. These marches were barely even days after President Trump’s inauguration. And yes, I understand that I am from the same stupid country that voted for Brexit, but I still didn’t believe that the American people would want this man as their president.
I am aware, of course, that he did not win the popular vote, which gladdens me to a degree. Even so, it was still a close margin and still culminated in the same sticky end.
I lent my voice on twitter, stating my support of the women marching. I did not march, but not because I wouldn’t have.
Continue reading “We Are Your Daughters, Sisters, & Mothers”
It’s been a tiring week… And that’s the long and the short of it. Which is exactly how I feel about this particular week. It seems to have been long and arduous but it’s gone by far faster than I would have liked.
But time waits for no man. Or woman.
I’ve had far too many things to do lately. Not least of those was a DIY project that I placed on myself. A little bit of that is now finished, though. As you can see in the picture above, I started to re-cover some chests of drawers in order to make them a little cheerier and a little bit more in keeping with our room.
Continue reading “Mother’s Birthday, Drawers, & Trying To Word It Up”
I’m not endeavouring to be a copycat, but the awesome Icy Sedgwick recently wrote a post entitled ‘What Do I See In The Mirror?’ in response to another blogger. I thought I would write one too as Icy’s post was so brilliant when I read it. And, after all, she did leave it with these fateful questions:
How about you? What do you see in the mirror?
So this is me. On a good day, anyway.
Continue reading “Through The Looking Glass”
I should have posted sooner, but I’ve been quite busy getting words in on Baying For Blood and working and chores and a myriad of other things. Not to mention that we are moving into the summer season at work and thus everything is becoming just that little bit more hectic.
You’ll be glad to know that I am much better than I was when we last spoke. I have to admit that I felt like death warmed up that particular day. That isn’t to say that I’m not currently writing to you from in bed.
My other half has gone to stay with his dad for the night, unfortunately for me. I hate when we’re parted for long periods of time. It makes me heartsick for him.
Anyway, he’s going to some kind of air show or military tourist park or something similar with his dad and his granddad tomorrow so he needed to be there from the bright and early.
I still miss him, though.
Continue reading “Oh Damn, I’m Late!”