Writing

Here’s the thing

Ever since I came back to the UK I have lost my blogging mojo.

I started this blog as a way of making sense of this crazy life. It developed into a way of sharing experiences as an expat and laughing at my parenting mistakes, of which there are always plenty to entertain us with. This blog has been my weekly therapy session, the cocooning black leather couch replaced by the hub of the kitchen and you, my lovely readers, standing in for the sympathetic ear of the therapist. I have loved writing this blog.

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January 3, 2016 0

Honey Tree Post and the Art of Writing

‘They’ say that letter writing is a dying art form. ‘They’ say that handwriting is a dying art form. And it’s all thanks to email, social media and texting; the rise of portable technology fulfilling our need to connect with other human beings through instant gratification and some well chosen pointer finger placements. However, like many dying art forms, handwriting and letter writing could be on the verge of a resurrection, rising like the proverbial phoenix from the flames. Why? because of stationery supplied by companies like Honey Tree Publishing.

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October 25, 2015 2

“I was glad my father was an eye-smiler. It meant he never gave me a fake smile because it’s impossible to make your eyes twinkle if you aren’t feeling twinkly yourself.”

Danny The Champion of The World – Roald Dahl

I read a lot of books when I was a child, indeed it is a constant disappointment to me that I don’t read more now that I am an adult with far more capability to understand the nuances in a finely crafted novel. However, as a child I ate books. Well not really. I never actually swallowed a book (or even a tiny corner of page) despite preferring to read than to eat. The Borrowers, Little House on the Prairie, Teddy Robinson, Malory Towers (oh, how I longed to become a boarder and have a midnight dorm feast), The Secret Garden, Goodnight Mister Tom (the first book to move me to tears), Pippi Longstocking, Ballet Shoes, The Famous Five… and on the list goes…

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