Monthly Archives: August 2014

Big Kid!


I’m writing children’s stories at the moment.

It’s great forgetting the complex difficulties of being a grown up and just having fun writing about things like going to the shop, going to a party, smiling and playing.

My OCD appreciates days like this too.

No pressure, not too emotionally draining and it’s hard to be anxious when you are in a child’s mindset thinking how they think, seeing things for the first time, gently learning the rights and wrongs of life. If adults can be prone to thinking “glass half empty” then children and their imaginations are wired to the positive “glass half full” approach.

Sometimes, I think thatgrown ups would benefit from taking  a few minutes each day to just be a big kid…not in an annoying way…but just to watch as a butterfly flits from flower to flower, to appreciate the smell of a freshly baked loaf of bread, an orange as it’s being peeled, to enjoy the feel of the breeze on your face as you run.

You get the idea…to reawaken ourselves to the appeal of things as if they are newly discovered.

And now, I’m going to pretend that I am a superhero cat and save someone.

Come on, join in, you know it sounds like fun!!!



100 Years On

Hi everyone,


Please, please take a moment to remember that World War One started 100 years ago, I know that in the UK there will be ceremonies and commemorations tomorrow but I would love to think that we could ALL give time to honour and thank the brave people who gave their lives in the name of duty and imagine the losses that were endured by those left behind in the damaged world.

It was, sadly, not the “war to end all wars” but although humans are wilfully stupid at times I believe that one day (even if it’s a thousand years from now) we may just realise that war and bloodshed are a seriously bad idea and one not to be embarked on.

The majority of us are so lucky and yet we take a lot of things for granted – me included – for instance, we have the freedom to offer our thoughts and in my case my stories, without fear, without being censored, without armies and dictators stealing lives from peace loving people…well, that’s the majority…


Peace and love to all…


P.S. My favourite WW1 poem is by Wilfred Owen, it’s called Dulce et decorum est. 

Google it, read it, learn from it and feel the emotion.