The Little Furry Muse Speaks

The significant human (SH) is ‘tired’. It’s her own fault – she will insist on staying up all day when there are sunny spots to be napped in. All it means is that she oversleeps for my first breakfast, and I have to wake her. I don’t want to wake her, but what can I […]

I won, I won! I’d like to thank the little furry muse, chocolate, tea – wait. Sorry, no. Not that sort of award. Although I’m pretty chuffed anyway. The lovely A.S.Akkalon nominated me for a Sunshine Blogger Award (isn’t it cool? And shiny??), and I’m both enormously flattered and a little intimidated, because I feel […]

In not very long, I will have a birthday, and I will be 39. I actually wrote a whole blog post about this, musing not just on how the hell I made it this far (honestly, in some ways I’m surprised), but also on how society, as represented by TV, movies, and an uncomfortable proportion […]

Once upon a while ago, I used to cook full-time. In fact, I had a few jobs where this was the case, the first time being with the caterers at Waiheke Island RSA when I was still at Uni, and the most recent being in a lovely wee deli/cafe in Yorkshire. These are facts that […]

When we decided to head to Paris for a few nights, I had two things I wanted to do – visit the Catacombs, because they were closed the last time we were there, and visit a few English secondhand bookshops, because this has become a bit of a thing for me. Unfortunately, the Catacombs are […]

It being short story week, please feel free to head straight over to read The Invisible Boy. It’s a BBN story, specifically about the boy Patrick, so you may want to read Saving The Rat and Slipping Through the Cracks first, if you haven’t already. Enjoy! It’s been an interesting sort of week. In the […]

Habit. All sorts of connotations in such a little word. You’ve got a monk’s habit, which conjures up thoughts of self-deprivation and piousness, of scratchy brown robes and hand-tended gardens. Bad habits – oh, so many of those. Biting your nails. Smoking. Picking your spots. Dog-earing book pages (shudder). Good habits – putting money aside […]

Memory’s a tricky little thing, isn’t it? It’s so selective. It seems to have its own (very strong) opinions on what’s important and what’s not, and they very rarely gel with mine. I mean, I couldn’t tell you how many times I get back from the shop without, say, the milk (which could have potentially […]

I’ve had a lot of jobs along the way. I never got as far as a career – in fact I left university after my first year to take a break while I figured out what I really wanted to do, and just never went back. Since then I’ve taught diving, taught sailing, taught yoga, […]