Lizzi Lewis's Blog, page 8

We all need a little change

I got told off today, by a complete stranger. The incident made me cry, for him as much as for me. And for all the ‘hims’ out there. Let me explain… I was walking to the supermarket, wrapped up warm against the clear, starry ColdDark, the kind which promises frost later, and I saw the…

Ten Things of Thankful 142 (Sick note) #10Thankful

It’s the end of what’s been an *extremely* long week, for one reason and another. As I type, my eyelids keep threatening to slam shut, and there are headachey grey clouds building on the horizon of my mind’s sky. I have SO MUCH to be thankful for. I had access to the wonderful NHS, just…

On Stubbornness and Self

I wish I’d known…and with that, I bite my lip, downcast and suddenly unsure of myself, uncertain of my complaint. It seems flimsy now. Invalid. Because I remember you *tried* to tell me. You always tried to tell me. It wasn’t that I didn’t *want* to listen, or that I held no respect for your…

Dunnit help to WATCH though

Tom stood silently, firm in the knowledge that no-one would need to use the telephone, for anyone who was anyone was already busy – ensconced in his Grandma’s living-room, for heaven-only-knows what reason, but surely not a good one. His mind wandered aimlessly through the morass of recent events, tripping over too-neat coincidences, sinking in…

We all dunnit TOGETHER

Mrs McAlister rose, taking every eye with her as she did so. The uppermost wisps of her iron-grey hair were only level with the Baron’s shoulder, but she nonetheless presented a formidable countenance as she addressed him, nary a quaver in her voice. “Your Lordship, I find it regrettable that you feel so badly about…

Ten Things of Thankful 141 (Pupils, Dahling) #10Thankful

The challenges to my self-opinion have come thick and fast, recently. Maybe it’s just the right time, or maybe it’s the universe kicking my ass into gear. Whichever it is, I’m glad of it. I used to think I was good at self-analysis, and yet somehow have constantly been baffled when others’ opinions of me…

The Things I Left Undone

When I was little, I had no clear idea of how life was going to pan out, except for a few ‘hallmark’ achievements and occurrences which were obviously going to happen along the way… …and didn’t. I thought that by this time in life I’d…be a mother*. I thought I’d be happily married, settled in my…

NONE of you dunnit

The door opened violently as the man strode into the room, ignoring Miriam’s plaintive cry of distress, and scanned the faces of the gathered crowd, bristling with rage. “How jolly DARE you,” he shouted “you utter cads! Clandestine meetings behind my back? It’s bad enough I know the TRUTH of the matter, and you ALL…

You’ve ALL dunnit

Miriam rose from her perch on the arm of the sofa, and walked towards the front door, her movements robotic, and her breathing rapid. Every eye was on her, and every footstep seemed to land unnaturally loudly; the sound of her slippered feet heightening the tension in the room as she neared the door. The…

TRUTH, and other lies we tell.

It’s so easy to see something insightful or inspiring, and respond “TRUTH!”, as though we’re confirming an absolute, rather than sharing an opinion steeped in a lifetime of personal circumstance, culture, and outside influence. I’m wary of those words which seem too good to be true; too glib; too ‘one-size-fits-all’.  That’s not to say the…