Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
My kid thinks I'm blind AND dumb. If he didn't, why on earth would he cut off a clump of hair that he couldn't untangle instead of bringing it to his mother who's so damn handy with a comb and also when we have a detangler spray handy as well? My face is going to... Continue Reading →
We had a very robust English literature syllabus while I was in school. Pope, Dylan Thomas, Matthew Arnold, Sassoon, Rupert Brooke et al. I specially remember Pope because just reading the title of his famous long poem 'The Rape Of The Lock', had us all giggling like silly school girls (which we were) and also... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 