The shoes speak the truth!
Ok, I know I aleady blogged this pic, but I was just having another geez, and CHECK OUT the lady on the end. Not only does she have a black Continue Reading →
Author Archives: writehanded
Time’s terrifying ticking
Ummm. 36 days of work to go. Not that anyone’s counting [inside their head in a kind of desperate chant]. Don’t get me wrong. I’m looking forward to change, but Continue Reading →
Umm… I can haz A+?
I knew I came from an elite line. Millions of years of heritage and hard work by pioneering women. Hours of study and training. Anyone want to tell me what’s Continue Reading →
Sarah’s morning
7.30. Wake up. Shrieking alarm. Attempt to get dressed. Note I have no clothes due to weeks of rain. Rediscovery of new wool jacket bought on Saturday. Excitement. Put jacket Continue Reading →
If you’re happy and you know it…
Lis has upgraded me from “Grumps” to “Loris.” I’m sure how much of upgrade it is, since she’s doing is because she says I am obsessed. I had to ask Continue Reading →
You can’t get away that easy, Loris
More SONYA, the Tickle Loving Loris. Due to the huge amount of interest from you all in Sonya, the adorable Russian Slow Loris, I thought it deeply imperative to give Continue Reading →
Slow lorises don’t fool me
(A post inspired by Fuck You Penguin). I know, I know, I go on about cats. I’ve even made a new friend just down the road, a butter ball tortoiseshell Continue Reading →
Thought for a wet Monday
Seeing ugly shoes makes me want to weep – and then beat the owner over the head with them. According to a Facebook quiz, my personality is equal to Christian Continue Reading →
The Book Thief
It’s all those buzz words that publishers and reviewers (and authors) love. Powerful and compelling. By equal measures dark and delightful. Original. Extraordinary. Exquisite. I loved it because I loved Continue Reading →
Twitter = new poetry
Most people have a stream of consciousness. A river of thoughts that run constantly through their heads. I have ponds of consciousness. I think in short, sharp bursts. I write Continue Reading →