Tag: love

When two become one Bon Dia! It’s Abi writing the blurb this week. Seb made me, on account of his acute observation that “I am a girl”. He then threw a paddy because the Valentines card I sent him got “lost” in the post, he spent several hours (attractively) pouting then refused to write this so here I am. He is SUCH a Diva. And then the dilemma of what to write in this space “Just say how much you…

Yeah right, like I would make an entire post about something as dry as my new year’s resolutions! You must’ve realised by now that I rarely blog in that way. It’s more like a timeless classic ’round these parts of the Internet: if you picked a random entry from the archives, chances are you wouldn’t be able to place it. Chances are, it would be a rant that really has nothing to do with the day it was written. Except…

[In the olden days I used to always have punchy, interesting titles on my blog entries. Funny how that's kind of died down. I wonder if more people would read if I try to be sensational...] Yesterday I began an epic journey of introspection self-actualisation. I’m trying to digest 2009 by labelling the major milestones or stand-out points as good, bad or ugly. I actually made a list on paper (I was in the car), and I couldn’t actually come…

The Lunatics of London & The greatest thing Seb: We actually sent this out as a Christmas card this year. We were kind of fed up with those happy-all-smiles Christmas cards that some families send out. We like to keep it real, yo. We’re a true, tight-knit family, full of love and affection for each other. (Thought I’d show you my pointy teeth that I’ve alluded to a few times, too… I told you they were scary.) I’ll spend this…

Hail and well met, fellow Thespians. Did you know that I’ve acted on stage since I was about two? I was (un)fortunate enough to belong to one of those schools where, once a year, everyone slips into a costume made from old curtains, pipe cleaners and aluminium foil and prances around a stage for a couple of hours. In my formative years I just had to look cute. Later on I had to wear wigs (and affect a female voice), wear…

“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” Scout Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee Gods, this is going to be a sappy one… It’s the kind of sentence that comes right out of left field, right from the author rather than the character. Lulled into a false sense of security by Scout’s oft-inane stream of consciousness and then blam, the kind of phrase that makes you stop and…