Everydaystranger

We’ve been seeing a lot of theatre lately. Two weeks ago we went with my dad, stepmother, and stepgrandmother Nabu (more on them shortly) to see a matinee of The Lion King in London. My family very kindly treated all of us to seats about 10 rows from the stage, smack in the [...]

I stand in the doorway of his study, unsure what to say.
I look like shit.
I feel like shit.
We’ve been arguing because neither of us knows what the hell to do about me, and today? Today is Armistice Day.
He tilts his head back to look at me.
I shrug my hands inside of my sweater. [...]

I have all day meetings, all days. I catch a train to Clapham Junction, catch a train to Kew Bridge, catch a train to a conference call and pin number. I spend the day in a hot room with men shouting and their business suit collars sticking up. The tables are graveyards [...]

Last year at Christmas the CEO sent over a Christmas bonus-it was wholly unexpected but thoroughly welcomed (and I sent him back a thank you note and, unlike the kind you had to send as a kid thanking Great-Aunt Mildred for those bright orange socks, I meant every word of it.) The bonus had [...]

Short side-trip-we have a day out today, and we’re very excited about it. We get to Victoria Station this morning at 9am to have a grand adventure, one involving train travel like they haven’t seen since the 1920’s.
And we get met with champagne.
Any day that starts with champagne is a grand day out.
If you [...]

OK, so say (hypothetically of course) that you had a job you’d been doing for, oh, 3 years. Your job was great in some ways-high profile, great for the career, you got several awards, and you made a name for yourself after falling from a great height.
Then say you got burnt out.
Too many long [...]

As we do every year, this year Angus and I went to Proms in the Park, which is held in Hyde Park. We’ve been three years running now and we love Proms in the Park. It’s a massive outdoor concert which is held alongside similar concerts in Cardiff, Glasgow, and Manchester, until at [...]

Something that has been keeping me going through all of the past month of hell is sobbing in a fetal position while hideously drunk television. Good, old-fashioned, TV. TV-known here as the “telly”, which is a term that I can’t bring myself to say-has saved me in many ways.
They have an expression here [...]

Dear Egg and Bacon,
Today you’re four years old. Four years old! This is the last year you get to stay home with me (all giggling faces and sticky fingers) as you start school next year, complete with requisite ties and cardigans. The school is just up the road, and was built over [...]

Today has been ok.

Still getting there.
-H.

I haven’t been very productive, every little thing seems exhausting. There is much to do as well-work continues to hop and we have guests staying with us this weekend and next week so there is much to do along the lines of “good lord, we have to finally get rid of that spider web [...]

When I was 6 years old I heard the term “lost the baby” for the first time. The Grown-Ups were talking in hushed tones that the Strodabacks-our neighbors, she of the big smile-had been pregnant, and then she lost the baby.
My first thought was: How careless of her.
My second was: Maybe it’s just in [...]

29 September 2006
Google Me This
The following Google searches have hit my blog:
cycolgest medicine – aka “Ass Bullets” and “Beaver Bullets”. This is the nice progesterone pessary. You can put it up the bum (but expect an…ahem….active colon if you do so, complete with popping dog farts) or up your hooch, in which case [...]