Sun, sardines and saltwater

all the words, none of the time

all the words, none of the time

I write in my head every day. I write little thoughts, memories, snippets of life, musings, funny things, heartbreaking ones too. I write them down with all my might, in my head, multiple times a day. And barely any get saved for posterity. They are but ways to cope with life, my own way, writing through it all, even when I can’t. As of a couple of months ago, I have been committing some of these thoughts to paper. Incoherent, written in stolen moments as the kettle boils, or dinner cooks, or on my way to settle a baby calling…

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MOTHERHOOD AND WORKING FULL TIME

MOTHERHOOD AND WORKING FULL TIME

The juggle is real! SO. VERY. REAL! I’ve read lots about working full time whilst raising children, I’ve spoken to colleagues, and I’m doing it myself just for good measure. The opinion is unanimous – it is a struggle. Some days, my life seems to be an endless list of chores, from laundry to cooking to grocery shopping, before and after a full working day at a fun yet busy job, with a dash of guilt every time I sit on the sofa exhausted after yet another sweet and uber long bedtime and choose to knit instead of tackling the…

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WHEN STROKE STRUCK

WHEN STROKE STRUCK

A day after my birthday last year, on the 8th August, I called my Father from the passport queue at Gatwick Airport to say we’d landed. He did not answer. Half an hour later, I got through to my Mother, who was on her way to the hospital where my Father had been taken. Stroke. That was all she knew and that was all she said. And that was the end of life as we knew it. I remember having the baby in the baby carrier, so close to me, and spinning around gently, oh so lost, when busy Gatwick…

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