My friend Briony: 1970 – 2020

My friend Briony died on the morning of 2 July 2020. Briony wasn’t her real name, but I know she would have loved the pseudonym. I’ve kept thinking I… My friend Briony: 1970 – 2020 (Update on new blog. Click to read.)

The grief of the not-yet-happened

Yesterday (well, now the day before yesterday as I never seem to sleep much during lockdown) Briony woke up and she couldn’t feel her legs. She … The grief of the not-yet-happened (Full post on my new blog – click link to read)

Food and happiness

New post on The Joy in Small Things… on my diet/fitness regime and feelings around weight loss in a society that puts a lot of pressure on women to be a certain way.

R2W7D4: Zumbaaaaa and the fundamental goodness of people

Well I got back into my groove, I think. Just in time for girls night out on Friday! Weight: -0.3kg. Okay. Right direction. Breakfast: Green smoothie. Lunch: Packed lunch salad! As ever. It was a two egg one so very proteiny and it was good even though I had to eat it by myself in…

When your child gets hurt by another child

The day was shaping up to be a good one. We met up with friends who have a boy about the same age as our B, and went to visit a local farm as it was lambing day. We got to see lots of animals including newborn lambs. All was good. Then we went to…

Remembering infertility

I’ve realised that there is a part of me that somehow wants to commemorate this time, even though I am in the thick of it and loving it – I don’t want to forget it. I read an old blog post of mine that I wrote when B was only a few weeks old, and…

F*** cancer

My friend has just been diagnosed with cancer for the third time. The first time was years ago, before I knew her. The second time was about two years ago, or maybe three. It was before B was born and we were trying to have a baby. Back in those days we were positive, because…

Thought for the day: bullies and self esteem

I saw this cartoon last week and really liked it. I hated school. Was bullied pretty much every day for nine years. Around the seventh-eighth year I got a (male) best friend, started hanging out mainly with the boys (they didn’t have girl dramas and fallouts) and stopped caring. The best way to deal with…

Merry Christmas Eve

Merry Christmas Eve all! I’ve spent the day off work with my one and only, and my overwhelming feeling is gratitude. (Well, that and realising I really dislike wrapping.) It took a while to get here. I was told I’d never have kids naturally, and after over a decade of infertility and loss, operations, IVF…

Today

I received a text message from my old uni flatmate this morning. “Sad news. Call me. x” I thought – this is it. She’s gone into a hospice. Our other uni flatmate M, and her best friend – has had lung cancer. (Did you know lung cancer is the #1 killer cancer? And yet it’s…