writer – tea drinker – teller of cat tales
"So, my little friend," said the cat. "Would you like to go for an adventure across the sea?" "You can talk?" exclaimed the little boy, his tears momentarily forgotten. "That I can little one." "Are you magical? Mama told me you were." "I am indeed," replied the cat as he smiled his best cat smile.... Continue Reading →
“No, my dear we didn’t put anything magical in the tea,’ smiled Louisa. "The magic is a circle of women coming together. It’s the ancient connection we feel as sisters." "Louisa’s right," said Susannah. "For too long society’s demonised women and pitted us against each other." Polly nodded, "That’s because powerful women have always frightened... Continue Reading →
Kings Cross 1946 The rain came down in sheets as the young woman huddled under the awning. Her few scant belongings jammed in a battered suitcase by her feet. She was not sure how long she had been sitting on the bench. But it was dark now. She had blindly boarded the first train that... Continue Reading →
As an Australian kid Christmas meant endless days bobbing about on inflatable pool toys, while being seranaded by raucous cicadas and dive-bombed by Christmas beetles. It was my Mum in long flowing patio dresses slathering us in sunscreen, and my grandmother's outlandish swimming caps. It was my Dad cooking a BBQ and always burning the... Continue Reading →
I've always loved the old classic The Twelve Days of Christmas. I've never understood it, but I love it. I always imagine how thrilled the recipient must have been when she received that lovely tree with the bird in it, and how her Christmas, thanks to some dubious gift choices from her true love, degenerated... Continue Reading →
One of the most discussed and dare I say it controversial Christmas songs in recent years is "Baby it's Cold Outside." These days some people argue that the lyrics are a bit off-colour and others claim it's downright creepy. As for me, I think we can end the controversy altogether by having it rewritten by... Continue Reading →
I don't know about you, but I'm one of those people that talks to my cats and then answers in "their" voice (for some reason they are all decidedly sweary.) I'm also one of those people that simply adores Christmas, you know, the annoying one that puts their decorations up at the beginning of November.... Continue Reading →
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again... The year was 1984. I was 21 years old and had just joined the Book of the Month Club. I still remember my excitement as I tore open the package and there it was - Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. From the moment I read those... Continue Reading →
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a cat of stealth and grace. I've lazed around for long, long years Stole some hearts and sealed their fates. And I was 'round when some pesky mice Stole into the house when it rained. Made damn sure I ate them, Licked my paws then washed my face.... Continue Reading →
For over 40 years I dyed my hair every shade imaginable. It all started when I was 16 and my boyfriend - a complete jackass - casually remarked that red hair was trashy. In response to his sweeping statement I immediately dyed my blonde hair a shade of flaming red. This pattern of colourful rebellion... Continue Reading →
Tomasina Ravenscroft 