Beautiful Girl on The King’s Road, London Looking back on the scene, Well I knew I was right; I was right to have left you, And glad to be free. As I walked through the city In my short summer dress I felt one with the city; Alive and abuzz. My hair freshly dyed And […]
From those days in London… Read More »
Poetess, book lover, chemist… I think I created poetry before I began to read and really love books. Then I loved books, and didn’t know whether to study the arts/literature at A level grade or to study the sciences. (I reasoned that I could continue to read fiction whilst carrying out science experiments at school,
When being stuck in a bad job is a good thing. Read More »
Well… a wild woman is not a screaming, raving banshee. She is not an out-of-control woman desperately clawing at everything and everyone in a mad rage. She is rather like the wild itself; the untamed wild forests, prairies and deserts where everything is in balance – in accord. And like the animals that live in
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The children are watching telly, a saucepan of water is boiling on the stove, and I’m thinking of something to write for this post so that I can get on and tick off another thing on my ‘to-do’ list. And starting a blog has been on my ‘to-do’ list for quite a bit. Well, that’s
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