Photo blogging

Sick and pasty-faced. Most of these relate to that blogging course I’m putting together. The McCarthy is because I haven’t decided whether I like his writing yet more than I respect it (and there’s a difference). The Gothic one is a Foucault and Lacanian examination of Gothic Writing up until 1820 – which falls into…

Warning: this post will contain graphic descriptions of vomit and sickness

It’s amazing how quickly your day can change. Sunday afternoon, Adam took Keira swimming. By 6.00pm, she was flushed in the cheeks, begging to be put to bed. As I did, her stomach unmistakably gurgled as she belched up a foul cloud of impending doom. I barely managed to get her to the toilet before the…

All I can hope for

Sorry about the latter part of Saturday’s post. You see, my mother was here last week to help; ostensibly to give me time to get out and do some jobs I wouldn’t otherwise be able to. However, I spent a good part of her visit biting my nails, frozen. Uncertain. ****** Last week I walked…