Category Archives: blast from the past

Sure! Let’s meet up! What’s your number?

These words were uttered with abandon. It was the first week of October, 2000. I was in a town I didn’t know, starting a whole new life (sound familiar?) and had the look of a springer spaniel about me (no, … Continue reading

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10 years younger

In the inevitable “sorting out of junk” which accompanies moving house, I recently found an old diary. From 10  years ago – very slightly before I had a blog. I was 18. I had just started doing my A levels. … Continue reading

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A year on

Looking back, I can’t believe it’s been a year since my life changed. And now, in 2010, my life is changing once more. For the better. I thought, for the anniversary, I’d re-read my posts from that time and remember … Continue reading

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Sometimes I forget…

… that “real” friends of mine read this blog too (hello T). And then, when I remember (as I did this weekend when I received a text enquiring after “the crush”) I turn a hideous shade of puce and a … Continue reading

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And so life continues, much like before…

I am officially a cougar after snogging a 20 year old on Friday. I mean Jesus – I’m far too old. What surprised me is what a good snog he was. Worthy of a rematch should I ever meet him … Continue reading

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In hearts at peace, under an English heaven

    The Soldier   IF I should die, think only this of me;     That there’s some corner of a foreign field   That is for ever England. There shall be     In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;   … Continue reading

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Letter to my ex

Dear N – You embarrassed me on Saturday. I don’t know why you turned up to the club like that. I knew it as soon as I saw you. Glazed eyes. Feeble smile. Voice slightly too loud. I was embarrassed. … Continue reading

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Mea culpa

I know you’ve been worried. Images of me being taken to the abattoir probably have been running through your mind. Maybe I’d been put out to pasture and was now spending my days eating hay? You’ve been coming to this … Continue reading

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Dreaming

His arms curl around me. Branches, surrounding me, giving me roots. I can feel his familiar body behind me, moulding to my shape. I can feel him breathing on the back of my neck. Warm, regular breathing, lulling me to … Continue reading

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Ghost stories

There were 5 of us who started together on that first term. T had the bed by the cupboards, L was by the window, O was on the bottom bunk, I was on the top and M? M was in … Continue reading

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