Somehow it’s August September October, which means there’s things I’ve failed miserably to write about, and a little catchup is in order. Most of it, to be honest, is music orientated, which will follow in another post. But first…
Today would have been my mother’s birthday, so it seems somehow appropriate that it sees the publication of A Stroke Of The Pen, collecting the lost works of Terry Pratchett. All those birthday, and mother’s day, and Christmas presents that were the latest Pratchett book, or Discworld calendar or other Continue reading …
You’re another year not older today. Another year with no way to clink a glass with you, down a drink in celebration. Another year of missing this day; of missing you. Happy birthday pixie, whatever that means now x
It’s Heather’s birthday this week and so, having the delights of Mog on the Tyne in Newcastle, for her birthday treat we headed to a London equivalent, the grandly named Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium.
Happy birthday, my Pixie, whichever Moon you are under
Today I am forty. It reads as a significant number but only because it’s got a zero in the base we are used to thinking in. I may as well be if we counted in hexadecimal, or in octal or even binary (though those last two are also round—how about Continue reading …
Evie was one!
So, this is Heather’s niece’s Evie’s birthday present (she’s one!). Note the sticker in the middle: It reads “For your child’s safety, please remove and discard this label before inserting the spinning baby bug [whatever one of those is!]”. Which begs the question, why not simply not put a label Continue reading …
It would have been my mam’s birthday today. I miss her silliness and warmth and wisdom. My life has twisted and turned perhaps more (certainly more sharply) than ever before since she has been gone. I wish she had been there to guide me. I wish I could introduce Heather Continue reading …
I don’t know if they have parties, wherever, whatever, your spirit is. They should do. There should be cake, and drink. There should be fun and laughter. And you are there, so there must be love. I wish I could celebrate with you my pixie.