Everyone is posting Nazi stuff on Facebook. And the general feeling is one of shock and horror, as it should be. How can this be, how could this happen, is what all the posts say. It happens under our noses. Many years ago I went … Continue reading Stand up
Yesterday I wrote a list about all the things that I like. Coffee Food The Internet Long Walks My dogs Netflix Talking to people I like. Sex Maple syrup down my cleavage Cheeseburgers And the ocean. Later in the day I took my Dad out … Continue reading Things we both like
Someone asked me today how I am and without thinking or analysing or overthinking I replied that I’m good. That I’m busy at work which is fantastic. And busy with life and a bit of love and also with dogs and kids and friends and the sweetest ripest granadillas and fresh food and fruit and very good wine and I realised something.
Even with our political turmoil, I’m happy.
Even with a love life that is sometimes in turmoil, I’m happy.
Maybe it’s the weather; these glorious autumn days with glorious autumn colours.
Maybe it’s the possibility of love.
Of new kisses.
Maybe it’s the dope I smoked.
Or all the dancing I’ve done.
I don’t know.
It could be because I finally learned how to use semi-colons which make me feel so good, like I love using them and I think I need to use one immediately; would this be right?
I don’t know why, I just feel happy.
Perhaps I’ve become less difficult to please. More comfortable with me. And you.
And with life.
I just want to shout it out.
I’M KINDA HAPPY.
It’s a good feeling.
This weekend I did the most macho of things. I went to a rugby match. Rugby is a tough game. It attracts the hard and the fast. The players play hard and fast and the supporters play hard and fast. It’s aggressive, mad, seemingly dangerous … Continue reading There’s a new guy in town.
‘Violet. Do you have any idea how much money you spend on breakfast every year?’ ‘A small fortune,’ I replied, as I bit into my toast. ‘But I would probably spend more if I made breakfast at home, forgot to switch off the oven, burned … Continue reading On having a dowry
I’d waited in the queue for ages and when I got to the front the officer looked at me, looked at the paperwork, shook her head and pointed in the direction of another building. ‘Why?’ I asked. ‘Because you were not born here,’ she replied, … Continue reading That queue please, you’re foreign
‘You’re looking very smart,’ I said to my ex-husband who was looking rather dashing in a full on suit and a tie. ‘I don’t know what I am supposed to wear to a funeral,’ he said. ‘It’s been a while.’ Everyone around us was in … Continue reading Life, death and Armani