My Front Door Gives Me Superpowers
Ours is a pretty unprepossessing, some may say scruffy, front door. It does not, it has to be said, rank in the top ten front…
Where I Find My Story-Telling Inspiration
When I was young I used to share a bedroom with my little sister and, every night, would regale her with (as she recounts it) hilarious tales…
Children’s Short Story: Moosie-Moo Cow And The Cheesy Moon
Once upon a time, there was a cow called Moosie-Moo who spent her days happily grazing in Poppy Meadow. Her closest friends were a beautiful…
Bottle warming – Why My Microwave Makes My Heart Go Ping
Just after I had Caitlin in 2007, The Husband and I invested in probably the most ineffective appliance we’ve ever come across. It was a…
The Curious Case of Sherlock Holmes & A Mum’s Missing Career
It is a Tuesday. The rain is streaming down Baker Street. Still warm horses are steaming gently, their cab drivers shelting under rough-hewn cloaks, chewing…
I Like a Bit of “Bleak” on a Monday
“I think that shale may be neolithic” announced The Sybyl, prodding the rain spattered rocks with her hiking pole. It is a Monday morning and…
Tuesday Torpor And Advice From Anthea
Tuesday morning and we are late for school again. “Mummy”, says Caitlin, “I wish I was a bird”. That’s nice dear I said, sidestepping a…
Autumn – A Poem
My father, John Brooks, is a wonderful poet and I find his poems very relaxing and peaceful. I thought this one, about Autumn, might bring a…
