I have been watching the first series of Broadchurch. I know I’m years behind the rest of the country, but I’ve been as hooked as they were. Last week I had a choice – stay up late and watch Episode 8, or have a bath, wash my hair, and get a reasonably early night. As my hair would have looked horrific in the morning, I decided on the latter. I considered hurrying up and getting out to watch. But I decided against it, because actually, a tiny part of me didn’t want to watch that episode. Of course I was … Continue reading Delicious Anticipation
This article was first published on Rhythms.org in February 2015. Recently I gained a house-mate in the form of a very good friend. On the down side it has meant weekends clearing out an entire room of my flat. ‘Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.’ (William Morris) These words of wisdom from the creator of both beautiful and functional wallpaper have had to remain uppermost in my mind as I downsize. Anything that is not useful, beautiful or both, has had to go. One particular pile of items I don’t … Continue reading Out with the old and in with…the old
I feel like I’m living an entirely different life to the one I was a year ago. This isn’t entirely true. I have the same friends, but new ones too. I live in the same place, but with a new housemate. I drive the same car, though I mostly travel by train now. Almost a year ago I visited London with my now-housemate for her birthday. As we chilled in a cafe on the South Bank, I joked about how we were surveying my future workplace now that I’d applied for my job. At the time I didn’t even have an … Continue reading From Teacher to City Worker: Six Months In
When I was younger I remember a few friends having this poster from The Shawshank Redemption in their homes. If you haven’t seen it, it is the story of a group of prisoners. The tag line is that Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free. I watched Comic Relief this year and was struck by one story in particular. The women in this story had lost their husbands in the Rwandan genocide, and had themselves been attacked and left with HIV. In 2001 they were preparing for their deaths, worried about how their young children would cope … Continue reading A tiny word, a huge impact.
“Could I talk to you about something?” I think this is one of the worst sentences ever created. It’s a close run thing with, “Do you have time for a chat?” and “When you have a minute, can I talk to you?” They’re often followed by “But it’s nothing urgent, don’t worry.” Don’t worry? Don’t worry?? Now all I’m doing is worrying. Of course if it’s not followed by that sentence then you can amplify the worry by several sweaty palm moments and a heart racing like the Epsom Derby. My mind speeds through the options. Have I said something … Continue reading Taking (too much) responsibility
I wrote this a number of years ago as part of my English degree course. The brief was a monologue – a person’s speech to the camera/audience – and I took my inspiration from Blood Brothers, which I had recently seen, and in which the lead female character is also a cleaner. In the slight adjustment of my blog, I have readded this to a ‘Fiction’ category – I hope you enjoy it! Monologue Woman enters a kitchen and sits down. She is wearing cleaning overalls. (Accent like Julie Walters) So I’m a cleaner right? And my Mam said to … Continue reading Fiction: a monologue