It was quiet, much quieter than she expected
When he stumbled into her life
All Levi jeans and winter boots,
A musky scent, filling our space.
She was expecting fireworks, a flash mob
With everyone dancing and a fluttering heart,
He pulled back the strand of hair
That often fell across her eyes
And whispered into her ear
‘I like your smile, and you made me laugh.
Can I take you out for a glass of wine,
And we’ll just see where this thing goes?’
I have been watching Love Life on Netflix and I cannot recommend it enough. I started watching it because I have a bit of a girl crush
I have now got to the point where I quite literally feel like I’m going to vomit before I go into work on Tuesday. I hate that I care so much
I keep getting adverts come up on my Facebook feed for vintage style roller skates and every fibre in my body wants to buy a pair.
I had a bit of a tough week at work this week, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over. So, I was slogging my way through my final lesson on Friday
We had a Holocaust Remembrance day at school today, and we heard a talk from a lady who was a child in Poland during that time.
I had a sixteen year old launch a book at me in anger today. A sixteen year old boy is tall and intimidating, and when he throws a book
We have a staff book club at work and I absolutely love going to it. Obviously we don’t drink wine, but we do have snacks and chocolates
I have had a few awkward conversations with students in my tutor group group recently. And I have to say that it has been really helpful
Bikinis cut high on the thigh
As ladies sip at sex on the beach
And men take slugs of lager drinks,
Eyeing each other up, wandering
What could happen when the sun goes down.
But while the heat of of noon day stings
Girls climb on lads’ shoulders, throwing balls
Over volleyball nets. And a cute couple
Hide in a corner, kissing in shade
Feeling invisible and wrapped in love.
But as darkness falls and the music lowers
Pills and joints appear from pockets
And conversations turn to something deep,
Like life after death, and what’s written in the stars?
They fall asleep, wrapped in towels,
Arms and legs all tangled as they breathe
In unison, not knowing what the dawn will bring.