Sunday – The day of rest (boredom)

There’s just something about Sundays. I don’t know what it is. Growing up it was always the day of staying in and cleaning the house. We did go out sometimes on a Sunday, but that’s what Sunday reminds me of. Staying in, having a lay in, tidying, cleaning, changing the sheets, nothing fun. When I…

A Blog About Blogging – by The Blogger

It’s hard to believe, but three years ago I didn’t even know what a blog was. Not really. I just knew that it was where people wrote things online. I didn’t know why, or who, or when or even how. I was just a Sheffield lass in my late twenties with no obvious future because…