... I'd forgotten how refreshing it feels to wake up in the morning and stumble downstairs wearing nothing but baggy PJ bottoms and a T-shirt. This Winter has dragged and it snowed even in the first week of April. The sun vanished mid-September, and the heating went on at the same time. A 7-month winter is both expensive and depressing.
But on the other hand... there's still no sun to speak of. I just get to turn my heating off and not have to wear a sweater in the morning.
When my life fell apart in 2004, Boston was the only place in the world that had room for me. Specifically, a room in an apartment just off Dot Ave with two guys I was friends with online (Akira and Judge, this be you). These people, unable to watch someone utterly disintegrate over the internet, bought plane tickets and a blow-up bed, flew me out and pieced me back together.
Boston, with hindsight, was perhaps the only place I could have gone to rebuild myself. Laid back but not…Continue
I have one of those lives that people like to read about. I have a lot of unusual stuff going on, what with the happily single, no family, disabled kid, amazing voluntary job stuff all piling up everywhere. My friends tell me I should write about it, and yet I never seem to get around to it.
More than that, I can't.
It's very hard to be British at the moment. It's also quite hard to be a single woman with a child. Not to mention a disabled child. And when people say things like…Continue
Beware: this is a reflexive response written with knee-jerk fury about this piece on the BBC:
Essentially: single dad and "full-time carer" of a 10-year-old boy with autism and cerebral palsy writes about "surviving" school holidays. You'd think that this would be a good piece to have in the mainstream press, no?
No. It fucking sucks. Here's why: