Category Archives: My Imagination

Is Ignorance Really That Bliss?

Trying to type this up at 1am in the morning last night I fell asleep with the laptop on my lap. Trying to stick to the point and get it out of my system I guess. My most recent dilemma … Continue reading

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She-ra.

I have been confused about what I should be writing about over the past few days but the only idea that has been floating around up in the thinking box is the idea of the ‘perfect women’. Not the aesthetics … Continue reading

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Zero Point One

To get up on a Sunday with the break of dawn is not something I choose to do every week. I had to catch the ferry to my second home in Turkey, our cosy and compact summer house. The place … Continue reading

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A Camera, Floo Powder, Hairdresser and Cleaner

Why do people in books never have any chores to do? Do they have some kind of secret lady who goes to these people houses to clean and iron? I’m jealous I want a cleaner. They never ever have bad … Continue reading

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