I find my Inner Comedienne laid out in mortuary fashion atop my toothbrush, holding a sad plastic lily in her hands. Each of her closed eyelids is painted with a comedic “x”, by which I deduce she is either sleeping or dead. It’s late, and, to be quite honest, I haven’t seen her […]
No sooner had I opened the kitchen door than she was there, leaning a commedically large ski gloved hand against the front of my refrigerator. “Just vhere do you sink you ah govink?” she demands. I lift my brows at her newly-acquired accent, sounding as she does like the […]
I am standing in Marks & Spencer’s feeling quite lost in the postage-stamp sized sportswear section, feeling my way along somewhere between the racer back workout gear and the yoga pants. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love to shop, really I do. but today, I am feeling […]
I know before I open my eyes this morning that she is awake already. I slide open an eyelid, and sure enough, there is my Inner Comedienne, perched upon the lid of a trunk, leaning her elbow against a stack of shoe boxes five pairs high. She has paid […]
She showed up quite without warning today. Maybe it was because we have a hair appointment, or maybe it was because she was just sick and tired of hiding in the cupboard under the stairs between a big box of jelly jars, the ironing board, my rarely used […]
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Mother Hen Diaries 