Eight : Memories 2/2
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Last year I wrote here that I was worried I was forgetting. This year I wanted to write a list of my most treasured memories. When I managed to catch her before breakfast, still reading in bed and could sneak in next to her, and we’d talk for hours. When day we stayed there until dad […]

Seven, f*&K ing Seven.
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Hey Ma, 7 years. HUH. Well, I’m just going to dive right in here – this year I find myself jealous of the people who still have mothers (or those who had mothers for longer). Those who can go to tea or talk on the phone, who can give the advice, hold the baby or […]

Adventures
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Yesterday I had a meltdown, a massive, massive, meltdown. I sobbed for a loooong time. In fact, I think A will think twice about going on holiday without me again, it was as though I’d saved it all up for his return, which is a shame because he had a great time and I’m very […]

Be You
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Be yourself, everyone else is already taken – Oscar Wilde So, about 2 weeks ago I wrote this blog post and I guess I must of captured a feeling or something because it went wild, it actually crashed little blog for a while (thanks to Rob for getting us back up and running and for […]

Six Years
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Dear Ma, Well we’re here again, another year….. and I’ve got nothing to add to that. Well I do, it isn’t very often when I’m totally speechless. I think what I mean to say is, what can I add to that? It’s another year on, some days I miss you keenly, other days your memory […]

A love letter, now that I’m leaving.
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I fell into Stage Management, I was 22 years old with no plan, I had a degree that prepared you for nothing (back when you just needed a degree and didn’t have to worry about the debt). I was working little bit jobs, and not thinking about the future when a man I respected very […]