The royal ‘wee’

I have written before about riding on trains with boys. Several times. I seem to do a lot of it. Usually I write about the philosophical/metaphorical/[insert another ‘ical’ here] aspects of …

What’s in a name?

I’m obsessed with names. Ask anyone I know. One of the things I like most about being a writer is the chance to name people all the time. And towns. …

So, I have this new newsletter

You might notice something new about the Fibro blog today – see that fresh, pretty little box over there to the right? It’s the sign-up for my new monthly newsletter. …

There’s always time for a cuddle

The Fibro household is a little overwrought at present. Mr6 has a cold and is snoring and grinding and snuffling his way through every night, waking up tired every morning. …

What does sexy mean?

Mr6 and I had a date to the school disco last Friday. He requested gel for his hair, with a specific level of ‘sticky-upness’ required. I did my best, but …

Mr6 and the Huntsman

This morning, as he was putting on his sneakers for school (and therefore looking for whatever distractions life might hold), Mr6 drew my attention to the fact that the lovely …

Dance like nobody’s watching

Sometimes you just have to crank the music up and dance. Actually, let me amend that statement. Just like you never regret a swim, you never regret a dance. Well, …

A goal without a plan…

Ahem. *Clears throat* First blog post for 2013 and my voice feels a little rusty. Doesn’t take much to get out of the habit, now does it? I’ve used my …

Why, yes, I am a collector

I never thought of myself as a collector. I am not one for groups of objects. I don’t have a thing for pigs, or cats, or owls or any of …

50 Shades of the Pink Fibro

It’s been a long time since I’ve written about pubic hair. Partly because it seems to have been a long time since anyone had any – or so some sections …

The follow-up blog post

It being a Monday and me being short on inspiration in the rain, I thought I’d take the opportunity to provide a few follow-ups. I realise I’ve raised a few …