Category: Life

Tessa Barrie’s views on life.  Mostly her own.

Sunrise

It’s dawn, and I throw back the curtains, to be greeted by a spectacular sunrise. It takes my breath away. The sun bursts above the horizon. A radiant, luminous glow of deep orange and flame red, spreading an inspirational light on a darkened world and heralding endless possibilities […]

Life After Lockdown: Need for Change

The human race has come a long way in the last 200,000 years. We have the innate ability to adapt to change, and now we are currently facing the most significant changes we will ever have to make. Climate change, overpopulation, pollution, and on top these three serious contenders, COVID-19 is raining down on us all.  

With the help of the global scientific community, we will survive this cataclysmic period in our history but, then what?

Keep Your Pecker Up

I’ve never trusted anybody who comes over as having had a sense of humour bypass.  When chatting to someone new at a party or, these days, at a virtual social soiree, you unleash your best one-liner.  As your voice trails away into cyberspace, together with the sound of a damp squib, it’s time to mute yourself, and go and chat to someone else.  

Photographic Memories

What would we do without photographs? Sometime around 1827, Joseph Nicéphore Niépce captured the first fuzzy photo. What a long way we have come since then! We are constantly snapping away on our phones and posting the resulting images on Social Media. Visual images unite us when we can’t be together.  No more so, while we are in Lockdown.

Just Another Easter Monday

I was having such an incredible dream. It was the start of a long haul flight, I’ve no idea where I was going, but my excitement was as effervescent as the fizz I was sipping. I tipped my head back, savouring the moment. Waiting for someone to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, when the deep-throated moan of a hungry Burmese cat, demanding to be fed, blasted my eardrum.

‘Just let me sleep!’ Not quite all the words I used, but this is a family show.

In a Stew – Upping my Culinary Expertise

Domesticity and I have never gone dishpan hand in glove.  I blame it on my late mother’s ridiculous idea of sending me to a boarding Domestic Science College when I was sixteen.  I was expelled before my first half term, which tells you all you need to know.

LOCKDOWN

It’s Monday morning, the start of another working week, which was greeted by steely grey clouds at first light and the biting chill of a northeast wind. However, this was no ordinary morning because there was no rush hour, no scrabbling to find a parking place because as of 8.00 a.m. this morning,  the small Island of Jersey, Channel Islands followed the UK’s lead, and officially went into lockdown.  

How to Get My (Writing) Mojo Back

In January, I was in full steam ahead writing-mode.  I honestly believed I could finish book number two by the end of April. I was writing with a confidence I had never felt before, and it was a fantastic feeling. Unfortunately, my purple patch fizzled out about 3 weeks ago as the Coronavirus shit really began to hit the fan.

Perhaps I had been blinkered up to that point? Hoping Covid-19 would just go away.

Now just doesn’t feel like the right time to be writing a murder mystery spoof.  So, it’s not actually the curse of the writer’s block that is to blame; it’s the Coronavirus Curse.  The inability to focus on the writing that I love.

The Road to Becoming a Domestic Goddess

My pièce de résistance is probably a toss-up between tuna pasta and stew. We have only been lying low for a couple of weeks, but I have already received a few pointed comments wrapped in sarcasm and drizzled with a little innuendo.

I have more cookery books than I have ever cooked anything sensational, so I’ve no excuse, and I am making an effort.

The Wind of Change

We half-ran through the bustling streets, hand in hand. The soft, south-westerly wind carried the pungent smells of cooking meat and bubbling sauces into our faces, reminding us that it’s time to eat, and we are spoilt for choice.   Neon lights flash around us, the pounding heartbeat […]

The Boomer Generation

After a week of soaking up the sun, I woke up to what sounded like gravel being hurled against my window this morning.  Only it wasn’t gravel, it was rain/hail.  It was only 5.45 a.m., which was annoying as I didn’t have to go anywhere.  Still, I had five hours of sleep, instead of four. 

Life As We Know It

It’s horribly surreal.  Waking up to another beautiful morning and knowing the proverbial shit is about to hit the fan.

Life as we know it is about to change.

The fields around me were ploughed and planted with potatoes yesterday. Superficially, life as we know it appears to be carrying on as normal, but a big, black underbelly of invisible menace is lurking, waiting to strike.

Life Under the Cloud – The COVID-19 Diaries

Looking at life from the funny side has never been more difficult, as my compromised immune system and I prepare to stand shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the world to face the biggest battle of our lives, Covid-19.

Living under the Cloud of Covid-19

I’m confused. We are caught up in the worst public health crisis for a generation. Yet, we are expected to carry on regardless with a big, black Covid-19 cloud hanging over our heads.

Away with the Fairies

I could log these brain farts I’ve been having as senior moments, but my oldest friends will tell you I’ve always been away with the fairies.  So there is little hope for me now.

Perhaps, constantly sweating over creating new plotlines, means I am beginning to lose my own?

I think a break will do me good.

It’s Bloody Brexit Day

It’s hard to keep the comedic banter going, now that the Coronavirus has been declared a World Health Emergency. The enormity of its threat to our very existence has rather paled Brexit Day into submission. Not that this day is anything to celebrate, its more like a wake. It’s a day I hoped would never come, along with half the British population.

Life Beyond the Bastard Bug

During my supine week, the fug in my head made it difficult to process most things, let alone finish the edit.  I did still retain the brainpower to operate the TV remote, but everything I watched made me cry.

PLEASE HELP AUSTRALIA!

PLEASE HELP AUSTRALIA! An estimated 1 billion animals have been lost in the fires as scientists warn that species of mammals, birds, insects, fungi and plants may have been wiped out before they were even discovered. Even animals that survive the fires are still at risk.

VIRUS ALERT!

I started off 2020 with targets, and have been thrown off course already.

I’ve been knocked for six by some microscopic little bastard that has invaded my body and seems reluctant to leave.

Starting a New Decade with a Bang (on the head)

NYE’s never fails to evoke a degree of emotion, even more so when it’s the end of a decade.  As a subconscious switch was about to turn on the emotional NYE waterworks, one of the five framed pictures of flowers above my bedhead, all embroidered by my late mother, just happened to fall on my head.

I had to laugh. Was it my mother’s way of wishing me a happy new year from some parallel universe? Or was the Universe itself sending me a positive sign that, if I keep a clear head, 2020 just might be my year?

Bring it on!

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