Opaques. This is my signifier for the turn of the season: the return of opaques. I'm clearly a bore about this, because my Facebook 'On This Day' shows a roll-call of early-September status posts about getting my black opaque tights out of retirement for Autumn. But it does feel like change, doesn't it?
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Bank Holiday Monday; the weather was actually good for once, right? No clouds, no rain, no sad faces because we were trapped inside with faces pressed up to the windows thinking of all the fun we *could* be having.
I don't know about you, but my Facebook and Instagram feeds are full of other people's holidays at the moment.
As some of you regular readers may know, I moved into a new home in March, and it's been a lovely 5 months getting the place sorted.
I've been spending some time at my parents' allotment lately, and I am astounded at how good it is for the soul to be somewhere peaceful, away from the buzz of everyday life; somewhere to truly switch off.
It's a nice segue, given that last week's blog was about not driving, that this week I'm talking... coach journeys! Saviour of the non-driving yet UK trip-loving individual!
Some people find it strange that at almost 33, I've never sat behind the wheel of a car...
I've blogged here before about how I've got a garden for the first time in my life, and let me tell you, I feel overwhelmed by how much there is to learn.
I once wrote a poem called 'Middle Class Woes' which are a bit like 'First World Problems', and the poem was inspired by the time I ran out of newspaper to wrap something in, and had to use Vogue.
This weekend I went to see 'California Suite' at the Dixon Studio (Palace Theatre) and I'll be honest, I really didn't know what to expect......
I spent my weekend listening to bands, drinking out of plastic pint glasses, dancing to music, performing my poems and wearing a swishy silver floor length skirt...
I went on holiday to Cornwall recently and fell in love with it all over again after brilliant childhood holidays spent there, predominantly because the week involved...
Is it a case of sofa and the latest season of House of Cards for @ Ray Morgan? Nope... she's found a new distraction in Pilates!
I was lucky enough to receive a gorgeous limited edition record this week, the 25th anniversary album to celebrate the Leigh Folk Festival that was crowdfunded in 2016 to be released this year, and what a treat it is.
Yes, I said knobs. Stop tittering, you. We're grown ups and the word 'doorknobs' is NOT funny at all.
When you're looking for a new home, there are two words that can be a dealbreaker. I can't tell you how many times I hit CTRL+F scrolling through property sites to make sure those two little words were included in my house hunt: "outside space".
My partner and I have just bought our first home, which has been one of the most stressful, infuriating, amazing, liberating and weirdly archaic experiences of our lives.
The writer Bill Bryson once joked in a book that there are three things you can't do in life. You can't beat the phone company, you can't make a waiter see you until he is ready to see you, and you can't go home again.
I'm writing this on a train home from London, where I've just been in a meeting on the gender pay gap