A Quarantime Story

Once upon a time there was a little girl who had a big, giant, ginormous egg on her head. She trumped! And the egg rolled off- Egg! – and rolled down the hill and all the way into town, where it landed at the feet of… The Vicar! The Vicar looked down, picked up the…

The Beaster Holidays

It’s been a while since I had a bit of a Facebook scroll, to tell you the truth. I deleted the app a while back in an attempt to go to bed three hours earlier and with a clearer head, but seem to have an innate desire to torture myself with other people’s selfies on…

Laugh. Cry. Write.

Over this past year, my WordPress account¬†has gathered an awful lot of dusty posts. Stories, musings, and miscellaneous¬†happenings that I deemed relatively noteworthy, but just never found the time note. More recently, these sad and forgotten pages have been replaced by mere titles, and lately even photographs… Snapshots of marked moments that will hopefully, one…

The Verdict…

So the votes are counted… I didn’t win. Most of you traitors sided with him! So off he’s gone, with a trumpety trump; Carrying not one, but two shirts in his trunk. The red one is packed, The tea towel still contends; But he’s ditched the safe black And taken… navy instead?! (Probably to make…

Not Like This…

In my previous post, (now removed after three people spoke to me and I felt Blogger’s Shame!)… I asked how on earth do we get to know the neighbours in a place like Pleasantville?! Well… Picking some toys up in the garden today, I looked up and noticed this glorious unpacking malfunction! Boris. My extremely life-like Baby…

Temporary Perks

As a disclaimer: this post will be pure, graphic, toilet humour. If you don’t like that- or are one of those people who purport that girls only poo rose petals and kitten fur; I suggest you stop reading now.

Curacy Bites

“I can’t believe we’re going to meet our new churches today. It’s weird isn’t it? Like I’m nervous, but it’s already sorted, so… I dunno…” “Yeah. Is this lipstick too much?” “No, it’s hot. It’s just that first impressions make me nervous you know?” “Hot? Like too hot for a Vicar’s wife?” “I thought you…