That Anxious Welsh Chef

Not what you’re thinking you naughty lot! Now we’re all settled (finally!) in our lovely new house Sunday walks are back on the agenda. Seriously they should never go away. My lungs still don’t really enjoy going uphill but every time my brain convinces them it’s totally worth it. You see I love being up…

Badge. Badge? Badge! Hush. Hush! It’s in your bag. Where else did you leave it. This shirt. You thought. Just right for the office. You said. Until you saw it in… Photo. Smile. It’s me ya girl. The hamburglar Laptop. Laptop? Laptop! Dear lord I left it on the bus. No. Hush. I won’t tell…

It’s good. Like when I took cigarettes. From my father’s bedside. Of course. He didn’t hear me. Loud as I am. Sometimes. Nobody does.

It’s all in your head. They say. But. Where else? Would I keep my brain. You don’t need makeup. No? Too bad. I want it anyway. You can do it! Did I not? Just tell you. I can’t. Smile. Sure I absolutely, Definitely. Owe you, The view of my teeth. Straighten your crown, They say.…

Inspired by taking a minute in Bath. In the pond. You won’t be able to see the fish. Until you stop looking for them. Just trust, That they are there. It takes no effort You know. To smell the lavender. Listen to the fountain. Look at the lily pads. Sit a while. Be.

Or in which I feel somewhat better… Or in which my difficult decision is validated… Or in which change is indeed as good as a rest… OK so these taglines ate getting a little bit out of hand now not to mention I’m running out of words for my title! Forgive me but it is…

So this has been it then. My last day in the kitchen. They say always end on a song so here’s my after work, for the last time, end of an era playlist. Leaving on a Jet Plane, John Denver The Boxer, Simon and Garfunkel 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, Paul Simon KC Loving,…

Or the resignation I wanted to write Dear Everyone, It is with the heaviest of hearts, I have to inform you. As of August 14th I will no longer be a chef. After 10 long years of wonderful highs and terrifying lows I am finally bringing my knife kit home for good. My last happy…

“Afternoon.” Scoffed the world. “Good of you to join us.” I stumbled I mumbled I stuttered It smiled. “Don’t be so bloody daft.” “We missed you that’s all.” It never was unkind. “There’s so much to tell you. July faded out as August rushed in. The dogs they barked while the flowers they grew. The…

For Bristol When I walked home. I knew of course. About the trees. They were there. A long time. Longer than the pavement. I didn’t know… Though… About the lilac. Until it hit me. “For goodness sake.” I said. You didn’t have to grow on me. I loved you. All along.