Tag Archives: Friendship

My Best Friend

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Last night I was talking to my best friend and I realised something. It came after a fairly serious conversation. We’d been talking about the operation he needs on his back, how it’ll mean he can’t drive for 4 weeks, how his pay is going to be effected as he’ll need to take some time off. What we’ll do while he can’t drive (I can’t drive full stop and his house is really far away & nowhere near a train station) Our future, when we want to move in together, have another baby.That stuff. We talked as we do, about Chops and his relationship with her. We’ve talked about the … Continue reading →

Dear Louise…

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Dear Louise (Yes. Louise. Remember that?) First of all, I miss you. It’s been a lot longer than usual since I last saw you, not since the day after your wedding. I hope you’re ok and bump is doing well. I can’t believe how fast it seems to be going this time. Secondly, I hope we can manage to talk about all of these things and start talking to each other properly again. You’ve been my best friend for 10 years, I know things are bound to change and our lives are very different to how they used to be, but I miss speaking to you the way I used to. … Continue reading →

Why?

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Why do I blog? Easy. Not simple, but easy. I’ve always loved to write. I love the power of the written word, how you can become completely transported, fall in love with an idea, an imagined character or place. Last year, I met my boyfriends neighbour C*. You probably know of her if you blog or tweet, she’s a bit of a dab hand/expert with all her social media type stuff. C blogs & has done for years and out of curiosity I googled her to see what that meant exactly. I kind of knew what blogging was but had never really read any- it hadn’t interested me. From C’s … Continue reading →

Twitter

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Tonight I’ve been following the #madblogawards tag on twitter. I wasn’t there of course, I was just sat in my bed, faffing about with my laptop, drinking wine and checking out everyone in their beautiful dresses. It’s almost midnight now & I’m sat in my daughters room waiting for her to go back to sleep and as it usually does around this time, my twitter feed has slowed right down. A thought just popped into my head and it’s niggling at me “what if I’d had twitter when things were starting to go wrong with her Dad?”. I know it one of those “what if’s” that I should never allow … Continue reading →