Which songs transport you back in time? I have been listening to Kirsty Young’s Desert Island Discs. Desert Island Discs is broadcast on BBC Radio 4 on a Sunday morning. I tend to listen to the podcast version on my morning commute to work. The format is simple: a guest is invited by Kirsty Young to choose the eight records they would take with them to a desert island. Kirsty is a brilliant interviewer and asks really probing questions in…

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My friends are starting to get divorced.  This week, one of my university friends contacted me to say that she and her husband are getting a divorce.  They have a two year old daughter. We haven’t been in contact for years and I last saw her about five years ago. She’d heard that I am now a single mum having separated from my partner, Cygnet’s father, a couple of years ago. She wondered whether I would meet her for coffee.…

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I have been counting down the days until the end of January since about the 10th of January.  January has been a long hard slog.  In fact, January is a long hard slog every single year.  December was all about new clothes and present wrapping and Christmas trees and Christmas parties and mince pies and mulled wine.  In December, the cold was christmassy, the ice was festive and the dark nights were cosy. In January, the same cold was biting,…

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I have a bit of a confession to make:  I am a bit rubbish at this blogging malarky.  I am okay at writing blog posts, that’s my favourite bit.  I like writing, but at times I feel like I am writing into a black hole.  My voice echoes momentarily and then fades into nothingness.  My blog is as much a conversation with myself as it is a conversation with you as my reader. When I have something to write about…

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“She’s hysterical”.  “She’s sobbing hysterically”.  “She’s gone a bit hysterical.” We sometimes describe men as hysterical too, but the etymology of the word is distinctly female.  In Latin hystericus means “of the womb”.  In Greek hysterikos means “of the womb, suffering in the womb”.  Childbirth and motherhood brought a wave, a veritable tsunami of emotions and hormones.  It shocked me.  I felt things I had never felt before.  All of my feelings, all of my senses felt more intense, more…

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Dating has changed since I landed on the dating scene a couple of decades ago (eek).  I am now learning how to date like a millennial.   In my late teens I was wide eyed, excited and optimistic.  Gaggles of girls met packs of boys at discos, birthday parties, in pubs whilst pretending we were old enough to drink (I had some very dubious looking fake I.D.) The university dating scene wasn’t that much different.  We met in pubs, at…

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I quite like the idea of having a theme, or one word, which sums up my New Year’s resolutions.  My word for 2016 was ‘consolidation’.   After what was, for me, a pretty shitty 2015 full of apocalyptic life changes, I wanted a year of no change.  I wanted a year of consolidation. My resolutions were all about consolidating my new beginnings from 2015 and settling into my and Cygnet’s new life.  All in all, 2016 was a pretty good…

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January 1st always used to bring a great deal of pressure with it.  On the day when my resolutions to eat healthily, to drink less, to be more productive and to be more sensible with my money were supposed to start, I invariably had a stinking hangover which could only be cured by a full english breakfast and paracetamol rinsed down with a vodka, lime and soda.  At around 3pm, when I finally emerged permanently from under my duvet, I…

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We all had a plan, possibly quite a vague plan, but a plan nonetheless.   I had planned to have a nice house, a stable job, a happy relationship, a marriage, two healthy and happy children.   Then real life happened. I have many of those things.  I have a nice flat.  I have a stable job.  I have a happy relationship (with myself, but lets not underestimate the importance of being happy in our own company).  I have a healthy…

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I haven’t written about co-parenting recently.  I’d like to be able to report that all is going swimmingly, that we are working well together and that we are doing what is best for our child.  That’s the goal obviously, but then this is real life, and as we all know, real life doesn’t like to follow a smooth path. Real life seems to object to a plan. It’s been nearly two years since we separated and we have been living…

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