SHARPIE Wednesday

I haven't done sharpie Sunday for ages, so this is sharpie Wednesday :P....a quickie doodle before I sleep....  SummerSHINES  Night lovelies X



Life is currently uncomfortable. It always is, to some degree, at least¬†some of the time. Sometimes it is really uncomfortable all of the time, and other times it is mildly uncomfortable, bits of the time. Happiness is nothing else but a temporary escape from the discomfort of life and living. Suicide is something contemplated by … Continue reading LOTS OF LEMONS


My sharpie doodles are random, spontaneous, and determined by whatever random idea pops into my head. Here they are.... It began with the standard "drawing of a flamingo warm-up", just get my nimble fingers warmed up and my creative brain engaged ūüėä Then I attempted to draw a most unusual looking dog.... Then I drew … Continue reading SHARPIE RANDOMS


Today is a part-sharpie/part-prose post. Today is therapy day, which means I [very predictably] have a thumping headache and feel absolutely drained. Today was really hard, really really hard, and really really emotional and really really intense. There are not enough 'reallys' to do it justice. The only true achievement of the day that I … Continue reading THERAPY BONKERS


I didn't think I'd be writing this kind of post today. Half asleep and still dozy I was alerted out of my sleepy stupor by a sudden groan of my husband. What. WHAT? I asked urgently. My PTSD brain immediately poised for panic. "It's Manchester. A terror attack............. FFS" he said. "Fuck" I said. THUD. … Continue reading HEART OF TERROR


Daughter 1 bounces on the trampoline outside. Daughter 2 has her head buried in¬†her latest fairy¬†book upstairs. A man prepares a family meal in the kitchen, and a woman sits alone at her laptop, door closed, wondering what will possibly happen when she taps into her mind and starts to write. That woman is me. … Continue reading THAT WOMAN IS ME


I hear the hum of the aircraft, still ringing in my ears, The roar of the car barely hides the rumble of my fears. Back home now to safety. Duvet pulled up, I'm smothered, My silent melancholy, proved not so thoroughly covered.   Couldn't hide my sad today; my worried or my mad, Travelling an … Continue reading POST-TRAVEL HUM


Melancholic morning, stay inside your bed, The world hurts- sink your head in a pillow instead. Lavender scented Francais-themed sad, Wrote a post last night that confirmed my bad. Bad girl missing ma famille,  Longing for them, plain as can be. Heavy plenty floaty plenty,  Torn out heart bleeds out till it is dry and … Continue reading MELANCHOLIC


I am grateful to have this holiday. I am also simultaneously missing home and the people I have back at home quite a lot. Holidays fulfil my wanderlust desires. But they also make me appreciate what I have the other 51 weeks of the year, and I pine for them like a child who can't … Continue reading HOMESICK


I sat earlier with my eldest daughter, just glad to be with her, and my husband thoughtfully captured the moment on camera.  It was a sepia moment, too special for standard colour reproduction. What we talked about wasn't groundbreaking or worthy of being discussed in a public blog post, but it was nice because we … Continue reading SEPIA FILTER


Morning coffee crumpled duvet View in front just like a movie Rustic beams farmhouse walls Sunken valley swallows call  Clothes laid over whicker chair Mirror leaning vacant stare Nothingness here on holiday  Nothing much to do or say "Enjoy this empty" husband says Won't be long till airport day Relish simple relish France  Do a … Continue reading MY BAD


I can't stop writing this holiday so far. It's bonkers! I think this is post number three so far today hides face. Hopefully my readers are not too sick of me.  I'm FULL up of stuffness that needs it's wordy release. Going on holiday is intense (says the blogger who finds EVERYTHING intense).   I … Continue reading HIRE A SWING