Monthly Archives: September 2012

Henry the Hoover

I have definately spent too long as a cleaner…. I’ve started talking to inanimate objects. I see Henry the hoover every evening at work. I open my cleaning cupboard, full of supplies, and see his permenently smiling face looking at … Continue reading

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Another day, another job application rejected. In the sixteen months I have been out of university, I have only had one interview, every other job I have applied for in that time have rejected me on my CV/application form alone. And … Continue reading

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In need of a brilliant idea

The boyfriend’s grandmother recently gave me a cut out from the Mail on Sunday about a writing competition. It looks like a good competiton with the winner getting £400 in book tokens and a place on an Arvon writing course, … Continue reading

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Putting the bins out

This is just a little descriptive piece to exercise the old writing muscles. As the title suggests it is about someone putting the bins out… about me actually, but I’ve written in a third person perspective because I think it … Continue reading

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Poetry Stop

I used to write poetry all the time in my teenage years, but as I’ve gotten older, it’s become one of those things that I rarely do. And when I do write a poem, most of the time it is such a … Continue reading

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