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Showing posts with label alphabet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alphabet. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 October 2014

c is for...





Let's have the real stuff, from the cafetiere.

It still feels luxurious and indulgent even though we never get it right and it's always too strong and dark.
The smell reminds me of my mum in the mornings and of coffee shops when I'm meant to be doing something else. 
It's bitter and sweet and makes your hands shake and your eyes sharpen as it goes down.

I got up early yesterday to clean the house;
so now the weekend is here, i'm sat at the table with him in our pyjamas and I have a tidy home and two days in front of me wide open.

What are you going to go?

There's pots of paints upstairs, a half knitted blanket on the sofa, a bag of bread flour in the cupboard and plants outside that need potting.

I'll have the last dregs from the pot while I decide.

Gemma
xXx

Friday, 3 October 2014

b is for...


Piles and piles and rows and rows.

Old friends that I've known for years that I know by heart, 
and unread stories that still smell good with crisp pages.

Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I hadn't read all these stories 
and didn't have all these things in my head.

Gemma
xXx

Saturday, 27 September 2014

a is for...


I live many adventures;
Through dreams and endless books,
I close my eyes and I can be anywhere I want to be.

My life however, is far too typical and grey.
I work in an office, I cook dinner in the evening, I wait for the weekend.

On very rare occasions however, we take ourselves away to live the dream.
This summer we visited the little Greek island of Kefalonia.
I love everything about holidays. Being able to spend time doing whatever you want, in the sun and with no worries. But knowing that you will return to your safe little home at the end of it, to relive it all in your head for the next year.

One day we hired a car, bought a map, packed lunch and drove round the whole island.
It was my favourite day of the year. Driving down dirt tracks to tiny beaches, surrounded by the smell of rosemary and paddling in the bright turquoise sea.

Obviously we got lost and argued over the map, but it was lovely to explore such a beautiful and unspoilt place.

Oh darling, lets be adventurers.

Gemma
xXx