My niece just phoned to say she has been offered a scholarship in Toronto over the summer. We're all proud & excited about the start of this new adventure. She's gorgeous and funny, and super smart, my niece, please be kind to her, Canada (I trust you).

There's something about brewing tea in a pot that's older than you. Following my Grandmother's rituals.

you are the only one I want to run away with

I took my uppers to the nursery to meet their 'buddies'. Ryan (12) was paired with a tiny lad, dripping with some awful lurgy, who had an accident in his pants with the excitement of it all. Later, Ryan said to me, "I'm not sure I want kids. That was a LOT of poo and snot for one human to produce."

Ever have a day ahead of you that you just think, bleugh?

In my late teens I'd go straight to work from the night club. Nowadays I put my stockings on in stages.

Thursday. Alas, no marriage proposal in my DM's overnight.

Disconnecting, but only digitally. Goodnight.

Find someone in this world of jagged chords who hears your life's great sorrows as a beautiful song.

Gimme a song.

Silk or leather or a feather?

My Bullshit Detector, under immense strain, just gave up the ghost with a puff of smoke and a faint little 'nope'. Replacement parts have been ordered, but in the meantime I will be operating on instinct and residual cynicism.

@emceekayvee.bsky.social Happy Birthday to one of my favourites on here! Have a great day X

My love language is leaving a good morning message in your DM's, like a cat leaving a dead bird on your doorstep because it likes you.

I'm supporting my friend, Jude, through her divorce at the moment. She was married for nearly 30 years. She is brave and strong and today she said these words: "The worst part about it isn't the marriage breaking down, it's realising how much of myself I lost trying to hold it together."

I confessed to my upper kids that I wouldn't do well in a zombie apocalypse because I'm a rubbish runner. "That's okay, Miss," said smarty-pants Sutherland, "they like brains, so you'd be okay."

Sunrise making fire in the sky.

Hanging by 2 pointy tacks today. A bit like Chappell Roan's Grammy dress.

No, YOU go first!

Wednesday. Pet me till I purr.

Sometimes, in the wee small hours, that thing you said to me swells inside and pushes against my ribcage.

It's about showing not everyone leaves. Goodnight.

Jeez. This is a blast from a very long ago past! My mum always said I had, "Good lips for cooling the broth." Probably about 16 here, and probably quite stoned.

I still think about Sid. I hope he's okay.

When you propose to me, please do it with this ring. **I don't care if it's plastic or tin, just as long as there are hummingbirds.

Ripples.

Open up your eager eyes.

Want to walk hand in hand with me to Florentine's and get a knickerbocker glory?

I’ve just been in a meeting where we had to use one word to sum ourselves up. I struggled to think of one. What word would you choose for me?

In a drawer of silverware, I'm the corkscrew. I spiral, but I'm useful in a crisis, and I don't pop my cork for every man I see.

This one grabs the banana out of my hand before I've peeled it, and is so eager to gobble she chomps on my fingers with her teeth. So I've renamed her Margot, in tribute to a girl I went to school with, who had a reputation for giving over enthusiastic, toothy blowies. Sorry, Margot S (1988).

Sharing my lunch with my rather soggy Southern Belles.

There's a gorgeous little friendship blossoming between the new boy and a girl in the class. It makes my heart hurt, in a good way, and reminds me of how things started with me and my friend, Rhys, many moons ago. Some souls are destined to find one another.

Humbirb

Coffee?

I so want to, but don't worry, I won't.

Tuesday. Catch my sweetness on your tongue.

Kiss me, then you'll find out how fierce I can be.

But have you tried wearing his initial around your neck about it?

The vet's waiting room. A man is talking to his wife on the phone - "Ye ken hee-haw, wummin. Yer nowt but a bealin' plook on ma bawz." Translation from Scots to English - "You know absolutely nothing, woman. You're nothing but an angry boil on my testicles."

Look, Mum, I know you like a wee flirt with Scott the Hot Vet™️, but can we please just go home?

That kid who follows me from room to room, who's my little shadow throughout the day - they're not being difficult, they're reminding me that I'm their favourite place to be.