As I collapse into bed after another day of familiar wet kisses, sticky pats on the face and the absent-minded innocent gropes of little hands down my cleavage searching for comfort, I realise that the last few years of my life have been all about touch. Continue reading The life cycle of touch
I have a hundred euro.
I’ve had it for nearly three weeks now. Someone gave it to me as a gift to spend on myself and myself only.
It is a wonderful, unexpected gift that I have been regularly dreaming about for months now.
There’s only one problem. I have absolutely no idea what to do with it. Continue reading First world problems – retail chrometophobia
Oh it’s here! And it’s ON! I always knew this day was coming. Initially I thought we might have swapped it for an alternative stage called “What’s that? What’s it doing?“, which is a two-part ponderance that has been applied to literally anything and everything in the last few months. Even when whatever that is does not actually “do” something. (What’s that? It’s a wall. What’s it doing? – do you see what I mean?) Continue reading Oh it’s here! Why? has arrived