Belle looked at the stick and immediately laughed. Not a genuine laugh of mirth and excitement that one might expect, but a laugh of pure nervousness and the sudden impending sense of hopelessness and fear. Now what? *** Bathing her in a heat unusual for the time of year in Britain, the sun caressed her… Continue reading Summer Haze
Pancakes have always been one of those delicious comfort foods that suits everyone in our family. Feeling poorly? Make pancakes. Not sure what to have for breakfast? Whip up some pancakes. Having a family brunch? Pancakes. Traditionally I am a fan of a roll-up crepe with lemon and sugar; its what my nana used to… Continue reading Fluffy Bunnies
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