You think you can escape from me? I will never let that happen. You are mine, oh love.
The diary was old and battered, and empty when she found it. It was tan coloured and leather-bound and smelt amazing. She'd run her hands over the surface and it felt smooth but wrinkled, like skin. As soon as she saw it she felt drawn to it, and as soon as she touched it she knew she had to have it.
Doesn't it feel like the world is changing around us in new and frightening ways, and that we, and it, will not be the same afterwards?
Working from home: for me, it summons up two different images - one is of a ridiculously smart looking person in a shirt and tie typing on a laptop at their perfect home desk, working efficiently and without distraction...
The woman who has really inspired me, particularly once I became a mother myself and started to UNDERSTAND, you know, really GET, just how tough being a parent can be - is my mum. My mum is called Julie, and she's now nearly sixty, which I find astonishing as in my mind I'm still a little girl and she's still a young, pretty mother, with big, soulful green eyes, straight brown hair, and huge owl glasses. Standing approximately 4 feet 11 inches tall, yet with the strength and courage of a giant.