She has no soul! Or allow me to reword…she has no ‘sole’. I looked across the room at her as she sat quietly on her stool in the corner of Social Bite’s café last week, her hands wrapped around a mug of steaming hot tea. It was her usual seat, and her usual behaviour. Unlike … Continue reading CARING SOLES
Blue shoes. Size seven loafers, if we’re to be exact. As she gifted them to me, it was with the comment that ‘her feet’ were ‘too wide’ for them, yet another hint at her low self-esteem. Later, gazing across at the nurse washing down her empty bed, and then back at those blue shoes now … Continue reading BLUE SHOES
The invisibility cloak, that’s what sprung to mind. My son had just snuck the new Harry Potter book from his bag. That would be the 26 year old son, who, once having read the book, would pass it onto his ** year old mother! Hands up, we’re Potter fans – isn’t everyone? Anyway, just one … Continue reading INVISIBILITY CLOAKS
I suffer from vertigo, badly! It’s no secret but it surprises folk because, well, as they reason…I’m a six foot woman! Personally, I’ve never quite understood the logic in that, but suffer I do. As the SNP candidate in a constituency full of lofty tenements, I’d be fibbing if I said there hadn’t been the … Continue reading ROLLER COASTERS AND PENNY PUSHERS
‘Flintstones. Meet the Flintstones. They’re the modern stone age family…Yabba Dabba Doo!’ Remember it, even the remake? Good old Fred Flintstone and his family, plus his best pal, Barney Rubble? The tune is bouncing around in my head right now amongst images of these scantily clad characters in their prehistoric costumes, and a wee club … Continue reading ROARS OF A CAVEWOMAN
Covered my walls were, covered! All sorts of crazy cartoon people painted all over them, some with cheesy grins, others with wild hair and studded noses, and an odd one or two looking just that little bit sad. And underneath, colourful graffiti messages stood out to inspire, to provoke thought – short as they were. … Continue reading HUMAN GRAFFITI
Who remembers chuckies? A wee bit of age and Scottish geography will feature here! Anyway, me, well I was reared on chuckies! In fact, I earned the title ‘Queen of Chuckies’ in my Ayrshire neighbourhood, and proud of it I was too! For those readers wondering what the heck she’s havering on about, it was … Continue reading MORE THAN ‘CHUCKIES’!