This is me. Age 9. About the same age as my son is now. The hair is blonde, not grey, although my mother says I was 40 from the age of 4, my hair didn't show it. :P

I was a pretty little thing, although I didn't really feel it. Once again, hindsight is 20:20 and I was quite a sad little thing too. There were (are) father issues. Not anything too serious in some ways, but serious enough to have a lasting effect.

I can see both my son and daughter in this picture. My son seems to have inherited my somewhat melancholy nature. I want to shield them both from the harshness that can be our world, but I don't want to smother them in cotton wool and leave them vulnerable to the reality of life.

I try to show them what is good in the world too. My daughter is shouting "Spring is coming, Spring is coming" as we point to the buds and blossoms forming on the trees.

I want them to be happier than I was as a child. It is a work in progress.

One Step Closer

To what could be the biggest change in our lives...

Eeeek!

Neil has had his interview for an overseas job, which he feels went well. We will find out in the next week or so whether he has it or not.

This is very exciting, and we are trying not to pin our hopes on it too much. (Although that is probably too late now. :P

The Pierces - You''ll Be Mine

Any song that has the line "Prick your finger on a spinning wheel" is good for me. And I love the video as I am actually a total Fluffy! :P

I am not very cool! :P

This just proves it.

Am listening to the guilty pleasure that is slightly naff music that I really like.

Bryan Adams - Run To You. I was only 10 when this song came out, but I have always liked it. And he was one of my first crushes. (Bless!)

Old post.

Thought I would bring an old post to the surface.

Here it is,

Jump!

Touch me.

The softest, slightest, gentlest touch from the tips of your fingers.
Your hand tightly, firmly holding my wrists together
As your other closes the steel cuffs.
The opposites of sensation.
Is all I want from you.

Secret.

I have a guilty little secret,
One I cannot share.
A dirty little secret
That only I can bear.

My secret makes me naughty,
A giggle and a look.
I was caught in an instant,
Sinker, line and hook.

What is my little secret?
Well, that I cannot tell.
One mistaken whispered word,
And I am off to hell!

:P