Dear Ben, I feel as if I can call you Ben, rather than Mr Shephard, because I feel as if I know you quite well. I see you at least three times a day; I often see more of you than I do my own husband. Neither me or my husband are wholly comfortable with this… Continue reading An open letter to Ben Shephard…or ‘Daddy Tipping Point’ as he is known to us.
‘It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…’I don’t know if it’s because I’m an Autumn baby or because I just never know how to dress for boiling hot weather, but I love the cold. I love the rainbow of multicoloured leaves, I love layers of snuggly jumpers, I love walks in boots and coats… Continue reading Christmas and being spotted…no autographs please!
In a pale puddle of moonlight, Scarlett padded her way over the sand towards the water’s edge. The waves lapped gently, sending volts of electric cold shooting through her feet and up her legs; chilling her bones to the very core. Her tears mixed with the salty water as she waded in to the sea.… Continue reading Roses Bleed Red