Yeah I’m definitely not a man anymore, I just spent ten minutes crying because I wanted to book a holiday in Rome and couldn’t make up my mind about accommodation; if that’s not “crazy hormonal lady” back in the driving seat then maybe I’m just plain crazy at this stage. The thing is, I love […]
“The last thing I feel like doing right now is writing a daily scribble.” It’s ridiculous how many times I’ve started one of these scribbles with those words or else wanted to… I really should write them earlier in the day. I even had time to do it this morning but I read the Sunday […]
A few days ago, in TK Maxx (where I barely even glanced a the pretty notebooks, I was so good) I found a lovely hardback book documenting the life of the world-renowned fashion designer Vivienne Westwood. For some reason lately her name has cropped up a good few times so when I saw this […]
I’m writing this after three hours already on the computer going through website edits with my brother via Facebook messenger (he lives in Austria). Staring at a computer screen for so long is both exhausting and stimulating. I walked away from the desk stooped and weary yet my mind feels tense and agitated; it doesn’t […]
I realized something yesterday as I wrote my daily scribble; this daily blogging takes up a solid hour of my time and a lot of energy. Originally the project was meant to be something light and easy to improve my writing and see if I could make some progress at blogging by being more consistent. […]
Another day, another scribble (insert winky emoji). No wait, don’t, this isn’t Social Media and I can express myself just fine with my native English language. NO EMOJIS! So a good kind lady (aka Mammy) commented on yesterday’s post that I had confounded her (it happens regularly); to paraphrase her, one minute I was raving […]
I want to go back to Paris. Why? Because it’s Paris. Duh. Ok ok, so maybe you’ve never been (what is wrong with you? I assume that you’ve been locked up your entire life and just released now and find yourself reading this. Otherwise… well, there is no otherwise you crazy fool, just go already). […]
There’s a voice in my head, actually there are several and they bounce off one another. Usually goes a little like this: Little Miss Wishful: “Ooooh, those shoes are so pretty. I’d LOVE to visit Paris. And I’d love some chocolate right now… I want a cuddle.” Scaredy Cat: “Not more money on shoes you […]
Coffee and Scribbles 