Category Archives: behind closed doors
I’m not usually one for new year’s resolutions, but I feel as if the start of a new decade deserves a better me, so here it goes… I will take better care of my feet because without them, there wouldn’t … Continue reading
I feel like I’ve tucked my normal self away in the linen closet, and that self will remain there until the dust has settled. When the chaos at work stops and weekends or no longer an extension of the work … Continue reading
My dear Kit Fishto, you were a lovely fish. You didn’t once complain when it took me weeks to name you. You tolerated me calling you Kitty. You didn’t mock me when I went running up to you and pressed my head up to … Continue reading
My fish is upside down. He’s not dead, just the wrong way up. I bought him magic fish-fixer so now he’s upside down and has blue water. I hope he’s ok.
I threw a lime at a pigeon a few weeks ago. I hit him square in the back. The satisfying thud was short lived because he was only startled enough to fly two feet away and then he turned around … Continue reading
Someone asked me whether I thought the pigeons love me or hate me. I like to think that we have the same relationship one does with a sibling. Sure your brother may torment you and make your Barbie do dirty things … Continue reading