Adventures of a Single, Young Mother. Best thing in my life. Oh I do like to be beside the seaside,. Oh I do like to be beside the sea,. Oh I do like to stroll along the prom, prom, prom, Where the brass band plays tiddlyompompom. So just let me be beside the seaside.

Arnie has been unwell for a week or so but he went downhill quite rapidly over the last few days. Looks like we have a diabetic in our house.

Because what is wrong with trying to be different? Sunday, 19 February 2012. The first floor of the building was different. The ground floor was the museum. The first floor was the art gallery. When my brothers and I were given the freedom to run off and explore we would always find our way eventually to the old stone steps in the entrance hall that took you slowly and gradually on a shallow incline up to the floor above. Over at Sleep is for the Weak. Thursday, 2 February 2012. Tuesday, 31 January 2012.

Astrid writes to prove she exists. She gets up at seven, does the school run, files meaningless paperwork until five. She loves her children and worries about the mortgage, or about what to make for dinner. But is that all? There are thoughts that cannot be spoken aloud by a woman in a cheap grey suit who eats buttered toast for breakfast.