Posted Monday 27th October 2014 By Ericka Waller
So I’ve been doing some (sleep-deprived) research and I cannot find a good argument for the clocks changing. Apparently it makes for ‘happier postmen, happier farmers, safer roads and a more united Scotland’.
Posted Tuesday 21st October 2014 By Ericka Waller
So it’s bloody happening. I went into a supermarket and tripped over a massive display of discounted Christmas puddings while Slade assaulted my eardrums with some unknown tune about how he wishes it could be Christmas every day.
Posted Monday 13th October 2014 By Ericka Waller
So I’ve written a book. It’s something I have always been wanted to do. I finished it about 18 months ago. I had no idea at the time I was writing, that some of it would become true. I actually find it too hard to read back these days. I feel such a bloody fool.
Posted Tuesday 7th October 2014 By Ericka Waller
So Thing-three’s Dalmatian party went well. Everybody followed the dress code (can you guess what it was?), and the sun shone brightly, so 18 onesie-clad children skipped off to play in the garden. “Don’t worry”, I assured everyone, “I’ve done the dog poo check. Who wants a nice cup of tea?” (As opposed to a crap one.)
Posted Monday 29th September 2014 By Ericka Waller
My youngest daughter is three on Wednesday. It does not seem possible. It does not seem fair. Hundreds of pounds and hours went into preparing me for my wedding day, but I’ve never felt more beautiful than the night I delivered her, covered in blood and sweat. The ex-husband looked at me in awe as I birthed her in blue moonlight, pain-relief free. I breathed her out, sung her out, roared her out.