Dec 062013
something for the weekend?

…er, no actually.

Yes, today I feel like I am joining in with all the Christmas mania. All those voucher codes, black Fridays, discounts galore… for today I am offering you three posts for the price of one!

My news is that I am calling a halt/break to our Something for the Weekend linky. Basically, since we moved it from Monday (and also because I am now working so much) I simply don’t have time to maintain it properly. Not just for me, but for all the people who link up. Tom and I really appreciate people who take the time to link up, join in and be part of our linky. However, we have noticed that we are slipping as are the number of people linking up so thought it would be best to give it a break until the new year and then perhaps bring it back… Or maybe not. We’ll see. In any case, HUGE thanks to all of you who have ever linked up to the Monday Club or Something for the Weekend or, indeed, Wednesday Witter. Remember that?

Linky culls seem to be on the agenda today. Suzanne over at ‘Three Children and It‘ is also stopping her ‘Oldies but Goodies’ linky. I have linked up with her today as well with my most statistically popular post ever which is on the glorious subject of poo. Mary Berry’s scarf came in a close second. I am not sure what that says about my blogging! Anyway, do hop over and give her her last hurrah as well.

My third post to offer you today apart from this one and poo is courtesy of Stephanie over at ‘Beautiful Misbehaviour’. Fool that she is, she asked to interview me about my poetry book and today has posted the interview on her blog. So if you would like to see what I have to say about writing, feminism and pink Lego then click here.

So, there you are. Enough reading for at least two cups of tea and a caramel chocolate digestive that I *might* be rather partial to at the moment. For my part, I am off to stock up on Benylin, Calpol, paracetamol, Vicks and, oh, what’s that other thing I need…..? Ah, yes. Wine. Nothing like a slurp of Chardonnay to wash down the penicillin. We are officially the House of Lurgy. And no prizes for guessing who is doing all the TLC….despite feeling like I’ve been repeatedly smacked round the head with my son’s rubber sword. There’s still people to tend to, houses to tidy, food to buy, food to prepare, food to clear up….you get the picture. Not that I’m bitter. *coughs* *coughs again* *and again*

Why so many coughs? Oh, yes, because I’M ILL TOO!

On that note…xx

Nov 292013

….An Affair of Love that is! Yes, in a post of shameless self-promotion and giddy excitement I am pleased to announce that yesterday I took delivery of my first published anthology, ‘The Affair of Love’.

A beautiful, pocket-sized A6 anthology of 15 poems all written by little ol’ me! The poems stem from a verse from the Song of Solomon and the design and illustrations are by Helen Braid and I think it looks perfect – just how I pictured and wanted it.

I have limited copies and you can order yours by clicking the Buy Now button on my sidebar or from here.

sarah miles poetry

Anyway, I am so thrilled and secretly quite proud of myself. I’m a dreamer, remarkably nimble at dodging reality. But I am now sage enough to know that dreams need at bit of a shove up the bum sometimes. The world seems to be becoming an unforgiving place and the ‘I’m alright, Jack’ philosophy is growing. I used to want to believe that fate would take your dreams and make them happen. I still think that to a certain extent but now I realise fate isn’t a sole trader, I am its silent partner and have a bit of welly in my own future, thank you very much.

So, cap (or book) in hand I am on a mission to get myself out there.  I have had an offer from a local bookshop of possibly stocking some copies and I plan to go and harass charm some other lovely booksellers in the area. Other ideas are mulling around my head too but at the moment I may need to put them on hold until the end of term because much as I want to sit down and write more poems I actually have to sit down and write 160 school reports. Maybe I should do them in limerick form?!  Personally, I think school reports should be like Twitter, 140 characters or less. say what you mean and cut the waffle. But then, times have changed and you are not allowed to say anything negative without dressing it up as a positive. *sighs*

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Nov 222013

So, I heard this week that ‘selfie’ is the mot du jour and Oxford Dictionary’s Word of the Year.

(n.) a photograph that one has taken of oneself, typically with a smartphone or webcam and uploaded to a social media website.

the pope selfie

Apparently, we’re all at it. It is a craze that has swept not just the nation but on a global scale. Personally, I can think of nothing worse than having an arm’s length picture of myself posted on to the internet. According to  photographer Julia Boggio, a selfie is best taken higher than your head at a sideways stance.  I’ll admit, this does produce a more flattering picture and certainly beats that mistaken selfie you sometimes get when fiddling with your phone and hitting the wrong button. The horror of what you really look like in the (literal) cold light of day is something to stain the mind for a long time…

My main point about the selfie-mania is that, well, erm *whispers* It’s nothing new, is it?   I about to show my age but surely this is the ultimate selfie, given to the world 22 (yes, TWENTY TWO) years ago….

Thelma and Louise selfie

I remember after that still brilliant film (and my first vision of a naked Brad Pitt), that my friends and I were selfie-ing all the time, but we called it ‘doing a Thelma and Louise’. I suppose the difference is that we took photos on dodgy rectangular 110 cameras that only got developed after about 6 months when the moment had passed. Using my Nan’s polaroid camera was certainly NOT an option (far too expensive). So there was no immediacy about it. Nothing to show the world via Facebook, Instagram, Twitter etc. And all I can say is, Thank God for that. No, the closest thing we got to selfies was to cram ourselves into a photo-booth and pull silly faces, wait 10 agonising minutes, cringe at the photos and then have to wander around town with them tentatively orchid between fingertips while they dried.  And that was the sum of our social media exposure.

I’m not denouncing selfies, each to their own and there is not harm in it. I choose not to partake cos I feel somewhat ‘past my prime’ but I bet if I was 17 again I’d be clicking away with the rest of them.

So, ‘selfie’ makes the Oxford Dictionary along with ‘twerk’ and ‘binge-watching’. Words you never thought you’d see on a scrabble board….

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Nov 082013

Tomorrow is Blogfest, Mumsnet’s annual blogging conference. I shall be up at the crack of dawn (literally) and crawling on to the train to London.  I went last year and I was impressed; it was well-organised, professional and had some excellent speakers.  See my post HERE to read more about that or click below to have a peek at what goes on…

attending_badge_13Blogfest gives bloggers the opportunity to attend seminars (such as SEO, how to make your blog look marvellous, writing tips) and also hear some inspirational and speakers and debate. This year’s keynote speech is from Jo Brand (a local girl) and I am sure it will be the perfect way to finish the day. Well, except for the drinks reception afterwards. And the goody bag. And the fact that I am staying in London with a friend that night and off to Olympia the next day.

Blogfest is, of course, also an opportunity to meet up with like-minded bloggers and some good friends. And this is a huge part of its success – the people, the bloggers.  United in words.

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Oct 262013

Oh dear. There’s fashionably late and there’s missing the party late.  I do have an excuse. To quote a friend, I had two ‘rotten apples’ and spent most of yesterday morning propped up on a stool at the Genius Bar at the Bluewater Apple Store. My (newly replaced) iPad was crashing in the most spectacular manner, in fact the guy who was dealing with me took it around the store to show his colleagues exclaiming ‘Have you ever seen this before??!’  Me 1 – Apple 0.  Then I produced my dead MacBook which only showed an intuitively grey screen and code 2012F.  I have my theories what the F stood for and I think it rhymes with ducked.  Another code they had never heard of. Me 2 – Apple 0. I do like to keep these techie types on their toes.

apple store bluewaterAnyway, they duly gave me another new iPad which seems to be working perfectly. Me 2 – Apple 1. Then, after and hour, my MacBook was resurrected, there was life in the old girl yet! Me 2 – Apple 2.  To top it off when I got home I was greeted with the message that OS X Mavericks was newly launched, free and ready to download.  It did take all night (but I blame that on my rubbish wi-fi) but this morning, finally, I have a working MacBook whose sins have been purged and it is cleansed and like new.

I have to say, I think Apple are great. There are glitches to be found (who doesn’t have a few glitches?) but their customer service is excellent.  For absolutely no money whatsoever I have had 2 brand new iPads and a rescued laptop that costs over £1000 to replace. It’s pretty good imho.

So, a day late I am posting for #Something for the Weekend. My little linky that I share with Tom and well, let’s face it, it is struggling to keep up. A bit like me on the hockey pitch aged 14. All the enthusiasm, got the skills but the stamina is failing…

So, come on! Link up your posts or I feel there may be a bit of blogging euthanasia on the horizon….


Oct 042013

Cinderella complexI have confused myself. Easily done, I know, but this one has me wondering if it’s just me?

To set the scene: last night my knackered OH went to bed super-early (9.15) and I said I would watch Downton on catch-up and then be up.

I dutifully watched Lady Mary trying to change her expression and when it finished I found I had the urge. No, not THAT urge *tsk* but the urge to write. To be honest, I always want to write but I rarely get the time or peace to do so. So I wrote two blog posts and a poem but by the time I had finished it was pushing 1am. I have always been something of a night-owl (and definitely NOT a morning person) and I don’t work on a Thurs or Fri morning BUT I felt guilty going to bed. By the light of my ‘phone I snuck upstairs, grabbed my PJs and crept into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Then, stealthily, I slid into bed and slipped off to the Land of Nod*

Now, my quandary is WHY did I feel guilty? I felt like a teenager sneaking in after curfew. And there is absolutely no reason for this, none at all. OK, the first thing my OH said to me this morning was ‘What time did you get to bed last night? It was after 12 cos I woke up and you weren’t there.’ But it wasn’t (I think) in an accusatory way and nothing more was said. Probably because I replied eloquently in my head but in reality just grunted and buried my head in the pillow. Come on, it was 6.15am..

Anyway, I am left wondering about this feeling of guilt, like it was wrong to stay up so late, almost as if anything past midnight is unacceptable. I think I may have a Cinderella Complex.


So, I appeal to your Freudian side and ask for your insight into this ridiculous scenario. Because it’s not the first time it has happened and it won’t be the last. Perhaps it is the fact that everyone else is doing one thing and I was doing another? That I should be doing the same? Maybe it’s because I was doing something just for me? Not sure, but it was the lateness that clinched the deal….All analysis welcome and taken on board…



* The RS teacher in me has to tell you that this is the place Cain was banished to after killing his brother. So not, in fact, the place where dreams are made….

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Sep 272013

imageAs the Autumn kicks in, so does the new season of telly. Now, I am not a big fan of the goggle-box, preferring to sit in the kitchen with Radio 4 and my iPad. Is that a bit of an oxymoron? Possibly. However, I have been hit by the triple whammy of seasonal programming; The Great British Bake Off (nice buns, Paul), Strictly Come Dancing and the return of Downton Abbey.

Downton Abbey, fast becoming a parody of itself but still easing me nicely into the week ahead. Was I the only peson who thought Matthew might have actually survived the car crash? Clearly not, although….

My predictions for the new series of Downton:

Lady Mary and the Tom the ex-chauffeur get it on. They each go through turmoil and guilt-laden scampering up the stairs from dinner, hand on brow, until they finally go all Lady Chatterley by the lake. They convince themselves it’s what Matthew and Lady Sybil would have wanted for them and the heirs. It is SO not.

Mister Bates and Mrs Bates, after a ruckus this week, reconcile and make Master Bates. I know, juvenile. I can’t help it. I was raised watching Captain Pugwash.

Lady Edith goes to Germany in a swirl of scandal and then some bloke that couldn’t make it as a painter gets all up himself and tries to take over the world. Edith becomes an undercover british agent.

The dog dies.

Mrs Patmore, undefeated by modern technology, invents the Kitchenaid and never has to work again. (It’s 1919. I hope. Otherwise she’s in for a lawsuit.)

Carson and Mrs Hughes cannot deny the underlying currents of passion any more and are wed in between breakfast duties and luncheon.

something for the weekend?Right, I’m off to get a life. But, it’s Friday (Friday is the new Monday, remember?). Have you got Something for the Weekend? Link up your blog posts below, please try to read/comment on a couple of others. Please link back to this blog or to Tom at to keep the linky going. Twitter hashtag #SFTW