I am living in topys-turvey land. Nothing seems the right way up any more. For one, I’m spending an inordinate amount of time peering under things. Who knew there was so much hunching and crunching in setting up life for a new being? It started with the undercarriages of prams and baby capsules (half of […]
40 weeks of feasting
Who knew it was possible to have this many feelings? This many emotions, bundled up, all of the time. They’re like a loose tumble of sticks, flimsily tethered together. Most of the time I can keep them all in check, but on occasion a stray one or two slips out and clatters to the floor. […]
There are things I can no longer do. I cannot twirl without losing my balance like a drunk. I cannot sleep for more than three hours at a stretch. I cannot see piles of plates next to a sink without being overcome with a need to wash them all- right this instance- and possibly […]
There are things that are strangely comforting when you’re knocked up. It becomes comforting to be kicked up under a rib. Particularly after your now-head-of-cauliflower-sized stowaway goes silent on you for a 12 hour stretch. That happened late last week. Like a stealth submarine, he just blipped below transmission level. After a few hours I […]
I had thought that the craving for cake would wane. It’s time for a confession. It hasn’t. I’ve been generally lucky in this whole – building something that’s now the size of a head of broccoli caper. I haven’t had insatiable cravings for gravel or pickles. I can still be trusted to take a litre […]