Rain, splashing on my arms as I cycle on, deciding to my surprise not to stop and put on the waterproof jacket tied around my waist. I want to feel it on my skin, direct connection, nerve-endings tingling with joyful awakening. Hail, pinging off my handlebars, bouncing off my knuckles. Tiny balls of ice that … More Another day, another cycle, another storm…
I had frowned watching the afternoon’s gathering storm clouds from the safety of a warm office on Tuesday, anxiously exclaiming to colleagues that I did not want to get caught in a downpour, particularly as I was just recovering from a raw, sore throat. As soon as I stepped out into the energising, storm-taut air, … More Storm-riding
I often play games in my mind; I hope we all do occasionally. When I was a child, the game I remember most clearly was a very simple one in which I imagined someone being able to ‘see’ through my eyes, and hear through my ears, for a specific period of time. I suppose, although … More Playing my way to the finish line
This morning, my husband Clive and I took our two boys paddling at Danson Lake in Bexleyheath. Tristan (who will turn four in September) sat in the front of a Rocket Junior K2 to try out his new paddles from his Nanny and Gubby, and I sat behind him, watching Rhys on Clive’s lap and pondering … More Sporting Adventures
Tonight, my little baby boy (who is actually a rambunctious toddler, but still my baby!) Rhys is struggling to go to sleep. He is engaged in the extremely challenging task of pushing a rather large molar through his tender little gums.
I have had a very sociable few days, and it has been an important shift back into ‘normal’ life. These were the first few social visits, away from those immediately mourning Tessa, post the accident (‘the accident’ is how I find myself referring to it when I’m trying to not get emotional; at other times it’s simply … More Monday’s Reflections (written 04/07/2011)