It’s been a while since I’ve posted on this blog but there’s a good reason. I’ve been kind of busy…. and now I’m very pleased to announce the publication of my second novel, Swimming Home. It’s a sequel to Swimming Upstream and continues the story where it left off. Here’s the synopsis:
“Lizzie’s life hasn’t exactly gone to plan. Eighteen years ago, she made the difficult decision to leave London for Paris to escape her best friend’s fiancé, the man who’d attacked her and turned her world upside down. Secure in the belief that she and her daughter, Helena, are now safe from harm, Lizzie contemplates her future. But is the nightmare really over?
When the captivating Sky Donoghue comes along, pulling Helena into dangerous waters, Lizzie’s strength and judgement are put to the test. Just how far should she go to save her daughter? How far will she go to save herself?”
Today was a special day. I watched my son’s ten year old classmate – the son of my good friend Hazel – walking into school for the first time, after years in a wheelchair and thousands of pounds spent on physiotherapy. He was holding his mum’s hand and beaming with pride. Hazel’s son Oscar, like my J, has a physical and intellectual learning disability and there is a special relationship between us mums who know only too well the meaning of that ‘one small step’, which means nothing for mankind, but means the world to us and our children. It means that all the weeks, months and years that we’ve spent trying – and praying, and trying again until we are shattered – have finally paid off. That one small step will keep us nourished mentally and will give us the renewed energy to keep on going for another year. more »
I’ve just finished reading a great book on how to cure insomnia. It’s called “The Effortless Sleep Method” by Sasha Stephens and it kept me awake half the night because I couldn’t put it down. Seriously! I rarely have a problem getting to sleep but I’m no stranger to waking with a jolt of adrenalin after the first 3 – 4 hours of deep or slow-wave “delta” sleep and staying awake for 2 or 3 hours more, if not for the rest of the night.
My problem started after I had children. My son J, who has a severe learning disability, would wake after that first period of deep sleep. We all do this in fact, but whilst most of us barely remember doing so and will roll over and go back to sleep, it’s common for kids with a learning disability to figure that as they’ve woken, it’s time to get up. And that’s precisely what J did for 2 out of 3 nights of the week, eventually dropping off around 5 or 6 a.m. – if, indeed, at all. Now, even when J sleeps well, (he wakes on average maybe 1 or 2 nights out of 7) I have fallen into the pattern of jumping at the slightest sound from the moment my deep sleep period is over and quite often even if there is no sound at all. I will then follow the pattern set for me by J and remain alert for most – if not the rest – of the night. more »
No Valentine’s cards this year? Me neither. My husband is working away during the week at the moment and he called me on Thursday to ask if we could “do the Valentine’s Day thing” at the weekend instead. “You know,” he said. “The thing where I get you a card and a bottle of cava and you forget to get me anything?” “Oh, yeah. Sure,” I laughed.
To be honest, Valentines Day means nothing to me. It used to when I was younger and single, in that I never got any cards. Valentines Day was just an annual reinforcement of my negative self-image that would sustain me for the year to come. The truth of the matter is that I wasn’t popular at school and even when I started to have boyfriends, none of them was ever really the hearts and flowers type. Later, during my many years as a single woman in my late twenties and early thirties, I didn’t get a single card. I learned not to expect one either. I just wasn’t the type of woman that had romantic men running after her. But it didn’t mean that I wasn’t loved.
If the prospect of Valentine’s Day traditionally fills you with dread and simply exacerbates feelings of loneliness, isolation or loss then you may find this blog post from Girl on a Wire as heartwarming as I did.
I too wish to dedicate Valentines Day to all my lovely friends.
“Blue Skies, Broken Hearts” image Copyright © Brandon Weight
Access to justice in Britain is being seriously eroded. There is a real danger if the proposals of the Justice Department in Transforming Legal Aid are allowed to take effect that the right to a fair trial will be reserved for the very well off, and that those on low incomes will be pushed in and out of the criminal justice system like sausages in a factory, with a big tranche of the public that earns more, but not a lot, being forced to represent themselves. This will doubtless result in a huge number of miscarriages of justice, the like of which we saw in this country in the seventies and early eighties.