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Juggling with Hedgehogs

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If you’re not remotely interested in crochet or home crafting or whatever, I’d strongly advise skipping this one. I’m just responding to a request a while back for photographs of crochet and Milo...


I really should take my own advice and steer clear of hairdressers until I die. The lockdown/pandemic situation just meant my hair grew really long - which was great, because the LAST haircut I h...


December 14, 2020

The survey SAID...

I have SO much catching up to do, but frankly at the moment I’m just not in the mood for it, most of it will just sound like one long angry rant-fest, and I’m trying to stay chilled and so on, an...


February 05, 2020

Kitchen demolition

Well, it’s started. And OMG. I knew it was all going to be stripped out etc, but I don’t think I was prepared at all for how it would look once it was. We’re knocking the kitchen into an office t...


January 31, 2020

IKEA

Holy crap. I forgot to add in the huge bloody IKEA drama didn’t I? I’ve been too focused on Milo (see previous entry). We had the most ridiculous evening last night. When Justine was over lookin...


January 12, 2020

OK. So the kitchen...

I said I would post some indoor pictures of the house. Our builder came to see us yesterday to say his hand will be suitably healed by the 27th of Jan, and he can start work then. He’s going to b...


January 11, 2020

Ticking along...

I don’t really have a lot to add in, but haven’t written in a while, so thought a catch up fill-in may be needed. Christmas in Portugal was peaceful. Just the two of us, and the challenge of cook...


November 07, 2019

The Real Portugal

One of the things I never want to be accused of is sugar-coating anything, or presenting a ‘fake’ life on social media. So, this is a balancing post. Yes, we have pursued our ‘dream’ and so forth...


December 31, 2018

Trying the pic thing

I took this last night. I’ve followed instructions on how to do this. Here goes… Yay! Silent Echo/Quiet Storm gave me the help with this. Total doddle. Beware, there will be an avalanche of pic...


December 13, 2018

Weirdness

I had resigned myself to the possibility of not actually going to live in Portugal. My house didn’t get a single viewing, so I took it off the market and redecorated my bedroom (it’s PURPLE and g...


July 30, 2018

Operation Portugal (2)

The massive clear out of my house is progressing (honestly, I can’t believe the amount of crap that has been stored in every nook and cranny of the place, and after several trips to the tip, and ...


March 13, 2018

What a month it's been!

After 10 years of hideous commutes, and fraternising with all kinds of celebrities, I finally left my wonderful job at ITV on Valentines’ day. The job wasn’t 100% wonderful, sadly. I had new col...


Ever since I resigned, the desperation to get away from the job I used to absolutely love has become more and more urgent. On a daily basis, the sense of panic and the need to just RUN has grown...


September 21, 2017

All over the bloody place

I realise that once again, I haven’t written an entry in a while. I need to write one about my holiday (not massively important, but some things occurred that have given me a lot of pause for th...


Today, America is electing its President. I’m not American. I’ve never even BEEN to America. So I have a bloody cheek even writing this entry. I don’t understand American politics much, even. ...


June 23, 2016

My dad - update

Well, since the last entry, things escalated, and dad eventually decided he wanted to go into a home. Unfortunately, the one chosen wasn’t a home I had seen. It was one my cousin took him to, w...


November 19, 2015

Just a quick review

I have more to write - lots more. But for now, this: https://hastingslive.wordpress.com/2015/11/19/the-hana-christine-band-monday-night-at-the-hastings-arms/


November 14, 2015

I need to write

So much to say, so little time, so much to fill in. One of my friends from open diary left me a message saying it’s been too long. Quite right. I need to do a big long brain dump. But not today....


January 29, 2015

Decree nisi

The court paperwork arrived yesterday. I was shocked by how it affected me. You’d think, considering what I went through last year, and the fact that I’m now estranged from both my children, th...


January 28, 2015

Much better

There have undoubtedly been ups and downs in this estrangement from the kids scenario. There have been doubts and concerns in my head with regard to it all - I wouldn’t be human if I didn’t doub...


Well, I have really struggled over the past 3 weeks with this stand-off with my kids, but have absolutely refused to back down or budge on it. My daughter hasn’t reacted one way or the other, wh...


I have had the most amazing weekend with Paul. He’s solid as a rock, totally with me about all this nonsense with my kids, and just completely calm about everything. He manages to support me wi...


January 09, 2015

Carnage

It’s been a truly awful week. It started out nicely enough. I went, as usual, to Hana’s flat on Monday night for our regular film night. The film night started roughly when my marriage ended, a...


January 03, 2015

Just getting it all out

This entry is probably going to be a mish-mash of the crap in my head, and it might cause confusion, in which case, I apologise, but I’ve reached the conclusion that the best way to deal with all...


December 10, 2014

Confession time

Shit, this is awful. I can only talk about it here, I can’t speak to anyone that I know because it’s so shameful and I feel really bad about it, but I can’t help myself, and I think I’m going to...


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I write about the kind of things that would normally fill the pages of a novel. In other words my life (which is odd, to say the least). I work in telly, I have discovered a number of siblings I never knew I had, my children are musicians, and I’m currently estranged from them both due to a manipulative liar of an ex-husband, and I just about manage to stay on the safe edge of sane. Well, I claim to, I’m not sure anyone would really believe me.