It’s sad times, folks. The shed and I are parting ways…..
KATY REGAN
I’m back. From outta space….
Sorry for long silence. (shall put that on my epitaph)
My name is Katy and I am an author-holic
This job could drive one batty but I know I shall always go back for more.
Valentine’s Schmalentines….
Just had to share the words of a silver-tongued PR with you on this most special day of lurve…..
This week: multi-tasking, Uganda, cocktails and virgins, not necessarily all at once
It’s back to being a hack this week for a while and it’s made for an interesting week…
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Sorry I have been absent for a while, I’ve been mainly trying to come up with an alternative to selling my body to financially survive 2012. So far, unfortunately, I haven’t. And anyway, I’d only fetch about £1.25 in the state it’s in. Ho hum, it seems I am not alone. I don’t think I am being negative in saying
Please, please, please, let me get some stomach muscles (and enjoy the moment)
This year, I have been mainly philosophising in my shed…..Here are some seasonal thoughts of goodwill (pre-gin induced depression)
I’ve peaked too early.
Christmas has come too early. Make it stop, please.
Step away from the beige cardigans…..
I have been on a Knitwear Buying Odyssey…..It has plunged me into new depths of depression
Boars, Bows, short stories and the good old magazine days.
In the words of my mother, I’ve been ‘gallivating’ a lot recently. Here’s a snippet of what I’ve been up to
