The family of rabbits gambolled freely in the field unaware a furry assassin was lurking. Ears pricked, on alert she stood, waiting and hoping for the signal from her master to catch and retrieve one of those tasty, furry toys.
My old school got demolished yesterday. It's been rebuilt, all shiny and new with steel and cladding in lieu of plywood and asbestos. They even demolished the old part - Haggas Hall - which quite frankly should have been listed. This, however, is not the history I feel most sad to lose. Deep within the school was a special place, a place I felt at home after I'd been the most confused and lost I'd ever been. Strap in, you're about to hear a mental health story… In 1995/6 I missed 6 months of school when I was diagnosed with clinical depression. I remember it very vividly, I was sat on a table in Mrs Sweeney’s classroom down by the PE rooms, next to the exit to the all weather pitch (famously known as the pitch that was crap in all weather). One minute I felt fine, the next I felt dizzy, panicked and unwell. I had caught a virus which subsequently went on to deplete my stores of serotonin. Goodbye happy. Hello depression. I withdrew into myself, hiding in my be...
We've all seen her. That mum who looks like she's fallen off vogue magazine. She looks amazing, the embodiment of grace and calm. Then there's me. I look like I should still be in bed. An Ode To The Glamorous Mum Oh glamorous mother at the school gates How I wish I could be just like you But I'm sat here in sweatpants with messy hair And a great big hole in my shoe I envy your make up and how you found the time While I rushed around ushering my brood Into the kitchen, swearing under my breath While trying to ply them with food I look like I've fallen straight into my clothes As I rolled with no grace from my bed While you're freshly turned out and you look like you've fallen Straight from a catwalk instead Tell me your secrets oh glamorous mum How I desperately want to be you But I just can't find the time needed to preen I guess that I'll just have to do
Now I'm not one for astrology, the belief that everyone born on the same day will have the same thing happen to them, is frankly nonsense. However, I've made a conscious decision to start turning my life around and today has seen some developments. I checked my horoscope on a whim on www.horoscope.co.uk and this is what it said: "24 March 2025 At the same time that the Moon is helping to get the new working week off to a positive start across the income, work and career fronts, there is growing support and focus on the playful and creative part of your chart. ... With this professional year just starting to find its feet, it is time to put some guardrails in place when it comes to a balance between work and play." Interesting that today has marked the first meeting with a career coach to talk about how I want to concentrate on my creative abilities and develop a better work/life balance to meet my goals. It is just a coincidence but I'm definitely going to invoke...
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