Category Archives: Rugby
Writing Fear
I call myself a writer and my own experiences should nurture my writing. Remembering to capture the physicality of emotion is not always a priority but over the last 24 hours I have suffered a full spectrum of fearful senses. … Continue reading
Neanderthal Sport
Having lost the battle of the TV remote I was forced to watched one of the six nations games. I have of course watched many games of rugby over the years but usually with a vested interest in one of … Continue reading
Chillaxing
When asked recently what I did for leisure I had to really think. I don’t have a leisure past time. I dutifully watch No 1 Son or Middle Son play rugby because they want to play, not because I gain … Continue reading
Getting the Grade
It’s been a long week of waiting especially for 16 year olds and their wearied families. Last Wednesday brought a stream of successful A’level results; leading to young futures being mapped out as scenes of happy teenagers realise they had … Continue reading
Boredom Blues
The exams are over, the summer holidays are not quite upon us and 16 year olds all over the country are bored. There is nothing to do. All that intense studying now forgotten and a couple of weeks of doing … Continue reading
Founded Friendships
I spent two nights in Treliske Hospital over the Easter weekend. The trip was not prearranged and most certainly was not as enjoyable as the fantastic weekend I had meticulously planned. We had managed to drive all the way down … Continue reading
Battered not Broken
It is so difficult as a mother watching your child hurt themselves. I now also know that it doesn’t get any easier with time. I find it so easy to step back and remember the moment when that perfect little … Continue reading
Achieving the Goal
You join me a week after the end of NANOWRIMO and forgive me if I am a little self congratulatorythis week, but I did manage to complete the mammoth challenge I had laid out for myself and wrote 50,816 words … Continue reading
Public Dilemmas
Sexy Sporty Dad and I were invited to a pre-pub opening this weekend. It was an honour to be invited; there was never any question, of us not going but it led to some difficult dilemmas. The first of which … Continue reading
Wicked Mother
That is me not my mother; just in case you were wondering, in the eyes of my children. I feel that I am quite defensive and proud of my children but there are still times when we do not see … Continue reading