When good enough is no longer good enough

When good enough is no longer good enough

This morning I wrote my second ever Morning Pages. For those of you thinking ‘wtf?’, Morning Pages are when you write freely for about 20 minutes, scribbling down whatever the hell pops into your head. Preferably in the morning.

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Marching the relentless march of time

Marching the relentless march of time

When I was young, about 7 or 8, Sunday night was the most bittersweet time of the week, and the space in our living room behind the far sofa was my favourite place in the house. Against the wall on the right hand side was a writing bureau that Mum and Dad had bought at an antique shop (at least that was the story we were told, knowing my mother I suspect she picked it up at a charity shop for £1.75). 

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