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Beneath the covers

6am Woke up early 5.30am, painful and heavy period,slept heavy. Each day preceding the next seems much the same, ground hog day. The periods are always heavy, I hate them. They don’t make me feel cleansed or in touch with my femininity or anything positive, they are an inconvenience to endure, I look forward to

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I no longer push the pram

7:10 am Light a candle. Light a candle in my heart. A morbid week in the news, perhaps it is always so, a violent world. All the sleepers sleep. It is Sunday and it is quiet, with only an occasional car passing on the road. The gas fire on and sitting in my onesy. It

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Fragility

7.30am I am sat upright in bed, its Saturday morning, all in the attic are asleep. The oven buzzer is downstairs, so I have set the stop clock on my mobile phone. 30 minutes to write. It sounds wet on the roads. As the cars pass, I hear the water sloshing under the tires. The

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Wild Wind

9.50am Days begin with strange questions; “what is this severed head “, its artwork, my friends artwork. Sydney holds the head of the puppet child with contempt. Its sculpture Syd I reiterate. Syd then says “so she chops off babies heads and its on our stairs ?” How Syd loves a bit of drama. Thirteen

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I must find myself

10:35am I am experimenting with the optimal time to write. It is clear that an evening session would be very challenging. The children are most unsettled. I keep falling asleep before them. Naoise loves to draw at night then he always wants an extra book. I enjoy the reading but was slurring the words and

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Sylvia and the wind on the moors will help

10.25 am I am not sure that I am writing this blog at the right time. Maybe after the school run would be better, it would make more sense as after a walk I feel awake and thoughts travel more clearly in my mind. I am drinking coffee, strong coffee with no sugar. I promised

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Monsters with plasters and the rasta hero

7:00am Been awake since 6.24am, shower, get dressed normal routine. Its much later than usual, I slept heavy, last night I was looking after the kids on my own. I like our own space together. We had a good evening. It began with a trip to Nathans the barbers in Hebden. I love having a

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The battle of the bed time routine

6.30am Awoke early around 5am, the glow of the bed light, a sequence of primary colours. I can see the computer throbbing its standby light on the bookshelf. Shower. Up. Washing in the washing machine. Chugging around, a zip catching occasionally on its door. Creaks from the sleeper in the bedroom above. On the table

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Two brothers

6.55am Two brothers, Two pairs of lungs, One womb, Two ovaries, Two eggs, One, Two Back at school today. Buzzer set on oven timer for 15 minutes. All the boys and men sleep. The cars are whooshing past. Lots of them. Its all a rush. A rush back to normality. The new year. The tedious

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Dust wars

7:45 am Much later than usual, the kettle is on, Naoise snuggly asleep in bed, its almost light outside. Tea made. Beside me the metal pot, a hex bug spider in orange, the , oven gloves, butter dish, a green vase full  of red roses and pussy willow, a card depicting three saints leant against it,

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