Sausage roll anyone?

Bugger ... I only put that in to warm up (two hours ago) ... then started watching the film version of 'me before you'.. based on JoJo's book I finished recently. Didn't think I'd need tissues; after all, I knew what was going to happen didn't I? ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ Charles Dance's portrayal of Will's downtrodden father,… Continue reading Sausage roll anyone?


Donโ€™t lose yourself..

Sometimes you compromise to the point of forgetting who the real you is.... don't let this happen. You want Chinese, he wants Indian ... one of you can compromise your first choice and that would be classed as civil; working together for the bigger picture. Try not, however, to change your whole personality or outlook… Continue reading Donโ€™t lose yourself..


How much money have card companies made from today ๐Ÿ™„

Some days I'm a hopeless romantic... Others I'm a sceptical, suspicious kinda girl... WordPress displays much love poetry today... And some whose feelings unfurl.... ๐ŸŒธ Some people spend today alone... Thinking about the couples all around... But don't forget that loneliness.... Even within coupledom can be found *********** Don't forget to love yourself today ๐Ÿ˜… Continue reading How much money have card companies made from today ๐Ÿ™„

Flash Fiction

Red Crush #februarywriting

In response to February writing prompts .. Take part here! The neglige clung to her thighs as the breeze blew in through the open door, and the red silk fluttered against the goosebumps across her skin. 'Jake?' She whispered out into the cold air. Nothing. 'Jake?' a little louder this time. Still nothing. She closed… Continue reading Red Crush #februarywriting


Back Street Girl

Running hard but getting nowhere, Breathing in rain, soaking wet but I don't mind. Soles slapping on wet ground, Nothing open and no sanctuary to find. * The brickwork rough on my fingertips, Something pulls my hair and yanks me back. Falling and screaming, hitting the ground, No-one near me; just an axe on the… Continue reading Back Street Girl

Fiction, Travel, Writing

Create your piece, and find your peace ๐ŸŒธ

So I can finally sit and share with you a little from my first experience of a RNA meeting (Romantic Novelists Association). I had the most inspiring two hours in a conference room in Park Place, St James Street. Set up in the UK some years ago - the Romantic Novelists Association which has a… Continue reading Create your piece, and find your peace ๐ŸŒธ


The streets are paved with purple nails ๐Ÿ’œ

I've always loved nice nails. Today I've had them painted purple. Having had horses in my life from my early twenties for the following quarter century, I knew what having broken chipped nails at the end of chapped hands felt like. It wasn't girly. They were the hands of hard work. But I welcome the… Continue reading The streets are paved with purple nails ๐Ÿ’œ