I’ve moved to a self-hosted WordPress blog. All new content will be there. All poetry and prose will be moved over there as I get round to it.

Please come follow me there. You can follow me by email or RSS, I’m set up for both. I’d love to see some familiar faces.

Thanks for reading here. I’ve loved meeting you all, and I really hope that at least some of you will come with me.

New bed!

I’m getting a new bed on Monday! I absolutely cannot wait. My old one is past it, lots of the slats are broken, and the mattress… well, the less said the better. Painful.

My new one is only a single, but that’s perfect for me. It’s a good one, a divan, with memory foam on the top of a really deep mattress. I’m so looking forward to a good nights sleep, and to waking up without serious pain. Sounds like sheer bliss!

More will be said once I’ve had my first sleepie on it.

Moving House

We’re moving! The removals van comes tomorrow to move us into our new house. We can’t wait!

It’s been hectic here for the past week. Everything’s had to be packed and boxed. And to cap it all off, us and our hubby both have a nasty flu bug.

We’re going to be without internet for a week or so, so please don’t worry if you don’t hear from us. We’ll be back as soon as we can. Believe me, being without the net is giving us cold sweats already 😦

Wish us luck!


Christmas present to ourselves

Our hulusi came! We’ve wanted one for ages, and it finally arrived! It’s got a beautiful case covered in Chinese writing, and it’s all engraved on the bamboo and the gourd. It’s gorgeous! Now all we have to do is learn to play it lol

For those who don’t know, a hulusi is a Chinese reed flute, made of bamboo and natural gourd. It sounds beautiful and haunting. We already have a xiao, which is a vertical bamboo flue, and two dizis, which are horizontal bamboo reed flutes. We’re getting quite the collection. Sadly, we still suck mightily at playing all of them lol Still, practice makes… less than perfect, but better at least!


What’s the point?

I mean, what’s the point of this blog? It’s not like anyone bothers to read it, is it? It’s not like anyone listens. Nobody’s going to think we’re worth reading. We don’t have anything interesting to say. I suppose we could pour out our emotions, but that’s a crappy idea, we’ll just get shit on like we always do. Show a chink in the armour and someone’ll shove a knife into you. It’s like being back in school, standing on the outskirts of the group, trying to join the conversation, and just being ignored. Nothing’s changed. We’ll always be on the outside looking in. We’re nothing.

New Year – Time for Change

We’ve been talking about this change for a little while now, and have decided that the time is now.

We’re going to open the blog up to everyone inside who wants to write, no matter what the subject matter. This is risky because of the behaviours and attitudes of some of us. But we feel that they have the right to post too, and say how they’re feeling.

I hope you’ll all stick with us, and not be scared off by anyone.


Christmas Fail 2012

Every year, something goes wrong at Christmas. We’ve had the car broken into, the heating fail, but this year takes the prize for the biggest, most epic fuck-up of all time. Really.

The ceiling in one of the bedrooms collapsed. On top of Big T, our 15 year old son.

First we knew was lying in bed, and hearing this immense rumbling sound, then loud crashing, followed a split second later by the screaming of Big T as he crashed his way out of the room and into the bathroom. I tell you, nothing makes a Mum move so fast as her child screaming in terror.

Poor kid was covered in slime and crap that had fallen all over him, and coughing and spitting out more crap. Luckily, praise the goddess, he’s not badly hurt, just scraped up on his arms. It could have been so much worse, but he was sitting at his desk and not lying in bed. We can’t even go there about how bad it would have been if he’d been lying down. *shudder*

So now one of our bedrooms is unuseable. The whole damn ceiling fell down, and it’s open to the roof tiles. Which leak. And of course, it’s pissing down rain. Oh joy.

The clean-up was horrible, the crap and the slime and the dust and chunks of plasterboard were everywhere. We were dragging his computer and telly out when a big chunk of wood fell down and narrowly missed our head. There is stuff all over the landing, and it’s a struggle to move up there. Pete, our hubby, has put a sheet of plastic up in the loft, over the hole, to try and catch the rainwater so it doesn’t come flooding in and take out the floor as well.

So, a very Merry Christmas to you all, and a Blessed Yule.