Living between the lines
Yes, that was a play on the song title but oh dear, since I redirected my blog to its new host at http://www.deborahjbarker.co.uk, I seem to have lost most of my dear and much valued, followers. 55 more words
1 year, 4 months ago
“You never know what the year will bring. I mean, ever since that incident with Olive and the baubles, I really feel I want to move,” 482 more words
1 year, 6 months ago
I do not jest.
In years gone by, I gritted my teeth as I staggered round the shops with my merry load of gifts and festive fayre. 579 more words
1 year, 7 months ago
“I’m completely lost,”
The disembodied voice reaching my ears sounds a little desperate.
I walk a little way into the wood and come across a large, border collie attached to an extendible lead. 1,390 more words
1 year, 9 months ago
A letter to my 2013 self
I am writing this from the future. It is 2020 and I am sitting in my study, looking at a shelf that is practically bending beneath the weight of published novels—my name on each. 479 more words
I am living life in the slow lane.
I have only just realised it. We’ll get to exactly how I noticed it in a minute. There is no rush. 950 more words
1 year, 11 months ago
Baby Arthur Bear Geoffrey John, has arrived.
Two and a half weeks early, weighing 6lbs 6oz with a shock of black hair, he arrived at 12.08pm on 4th August 2013. 51 more words