Year Through Windows… July


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In true July fashion, the month was a mixture of rain and sun… UK summer #whatyagonnado

There is something so comforting about morning rain hitting the window when you know you don’t have to go out in it if you do not wish… unless you have work… that dampens your spirit a tad.

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This month has flown by, i’m trying to think back to what has happened but only one thing is really coming to mind, something that seemed have overshadowed everything else… but that’s over and done with so let’s see what August has for us shall we.

Laters Taters


2 weeks ago… left in drafts…title? I don’t know



I used my words

He heard

He replied

Not this time

I survived

or at least i’m surviving

I’ll move on to the next boxing ring

I have plenty of other things to fight for

Let down my walls for

It’s time for curtain call on this one

The next one i’ll be ready

I’ll be twice as strong

I just wish my greens didn’t look so sad

that my heart wasn’t cursing me

that my head wasn’t so mad

I guess that’s life right

It does sometimes steal your nights

with thoughts that are pointless

and leaves you wishing you were thought-less

Just being human…

“Now that she’s back in the atmosphere with drops of Jupiter in her hair”

I’ve been daydreaming again…but this time it lasted longer than a few minutes… weeks of my head just being on another planet.

It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good either.

My mind has been where it shouldn’t have been, I couldn’t concentrate on anything.

Made me lighter on my feet though and nothing but positivity pulsed through my veins.

Those wispy clouds around my head gave me a little spark of hope but it stole my logical mind from me. Well I say stole, maybe borrowed cause it has since been returned to me… in words no less it just came back like it’s footprints had never pointed away from me.

Maybe it hadn’t been taken.. I just misplaced it. Easily done when you life is no longer an organised mess but packed in to boxes and the personality has been taken of your walls. I… have been taken off my walls.

Pinholes of the past uncovered and that idea I had that didn’t work out so it got covered with a map to give myself a little more direction.

and if you did wonder, yes I did dance along the light of day… it felt like that anyway.

I didn’t fall for a shooting star but I did see one and i’m fine with that.. there will be others… he hasn’t gone that far though… he left star dusted words that sit on cloud linings, so even if the days do turn dark… I will always find the glimmer of a spark he left behind.

I can now tell myself and mean it, understand and believe it…

“Pick yourself up and remember that pain is just you being human.”

Year Through Windows… June



A month of new starts, changes and a few things finally left in the past.




Early morning traffic #1

  Tywyn 2015


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When packing up your room of 17 years, the windowsill becomes a handy place to store things that don’t fit in to any particular category.



Lots of time spent staring out the window, partly to clear my head… but the summer sunsets have been particularly on point so far this summer.


Early morning traffic #2


The App That Cried Wolf


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Hi Hiccups,

Apps are great aren’t they, bold statement I know, but for someone who grew up in the 90’s and witnessed the sudden incline of technology… they are pretty rad.

Not saying they are all great but the ones that makes life easier to communicate, share and learn are top notch.

I love the creativeness and uniqueness of some apps…the ones that make you laugh so much ” why the hell did they make that?” pure enjoyment.

For example I recently found one that has a multitude of sound effects on it, hours, well maybe 30 minutes of fun when you are ever so slightly drunk, chatting around a garden table; cause the idea of Nicholas Cage saying ‘Winning’ at the right moment in a conversation can be pretty damn funny.

However Hiccups I have found a flaw in one of my most used apps….a little messaging tool created by a social media giant ( you know which one i’m on about but I don’t want to name names so lets just leave it at that)


It’s recently come to my attention that there is now a little call button, which can either be used as just a phone call type of thing or video call. I understand that they need to cover all forms of communication but what’s wrong with just sticking to instant messaging… it works… it ain’t broke. Plus the app is on a phone…you know something that has been used for decades to aid communication.

The amount of accidental button presses and being the recipient of a few mistaken miss calls… what is the point?

This has been discussed in passing comments with the person who kinda gave me the idea for this post… yes not all my ideas stem from my genius.

“Does anyone ever do it on purpose?” Bob Robertson ( he picked that name not me)

This comment made me think about if everyone was so used to just thinking that every time they had a call through this particular app, that it was a mistake; what if they never answered it… ever.

The one day it was actually used on purpose and it just went UN-answered?

What if they needed help and the button was quicker than typing out a message?

While these thoughts and other more extreme reasons why one would need to use that little call button, were running through my head; something else was merging with it… an idea that this app is genuinely ‘Crying Wolf’

Laters Taters


Sunday Thoughts

Hey Hiccups,

Whenever I feel an urge of excitement or energy an image pops in to my head.. I imagine myself doing some form of gymnastic flip; normally that one when they forward flip with no assistance from their hands. This I now know after much googling is an ‘Aeriel Cartwheel’

I can’t do this particular movement currently and to be honest my cartwheels are lacking any form of skill or precision…. my 7 year old self would be quite ashamed actually.

I have a feeling this may turn in to a goal…’ To perfect handstands & cartwheels’ this summer…

….one step closer to making the image in my head realistic.

Laters Taters


The Ledge 


     The 5 second free fall, the wind stealing a scream…

There is always the safety net of starting over, climbing back up to the ledge and remembering that you need to grab the rope this time…

It’s hard sometimes to say you need that harness or that the trapeze bar isn’t that far away, “no problemo”

Year Through Windows… May

i’m gonna miss this window… for 18 years ( I know i’m 25 but we moved when I was 7) I have stared out of it, sat on the ledge and looked down, read, wrote and just stared in to space for hours. I feel like i should write a goodbye letter to my dear window… that’ll be for another post.  

There are times when life gets crazy and you forget that the place around you, the landscape that has keep you safe for years is right there to help out again and take the crazy away… if only for the evening.

New office means new view out the window… well actually the last office didn’t have a window so I guess you could say… new office means a view.  

While writing in the spare room I looked out the window and noticed a chap (Dad) on a lawn mower riding past….granted it took me a while to get the shot as I decided to be a perfectionist that day.     A trace that someone was there and is to come back at some point… must be summer, the garden furniture is out…shame the heat hasn’t caught up yet.

  My soon to be new view! … i’ll update soon :)               He’s back….I feel like I can’t leave him out now.   Adventure with Mighty to an Aladdin’s cave I never knew existed.                 

Early Riser


Hi Hiccups,

Never really been one for getting up early, I mean if I to be somewhere to be that’s kind of ok, like for work… but on weekends normally if I have nothing to be in the land of the living for then 9am/10am is my rise and shine time.

Don’t get me wrong I know that isn’t that bad but when you get up at 6:30 5 days a week for work, it is such a massive lie in.

Recently, my body clock seems to be stuck on that weekday alarm, which normally I would be quite annoyed by… but i’m not and that’s what is freaking me out slightly.

I never set an alarm, partly because I hate being pulled awake by those loud buzzers or dodgy ringtones… it always puts me in a bad mood straight away.

You may think, then how the hell do you get up on time?…the answer is I have no idea, maybe it’s like an internal clock or something. I always seem to wake up either an hour or 10 mins before I need to. Always been like that.

Granted I haven’t had a straight 9-5 since highschool…so maybe that’s it, the continuous routine of my weekdays have merged/blurred in to the weekends.

Plus it’s summer and it’s incredibly bright in the mornings, even when they are overcast.

Again not complaining, the stillness of the morning is the much more noticeable & enjoyable when my mind isn’t racing about the list of things I have to do at work or gearing itself up for the morning commute to the city.

… the hour or two I would normally be sleeping is filled with some form of creative outlet or staring in to space coming to conclusions about anything and everything.

Laters Taters


Less is More


Hi Hiccups,

‘Less is more’ a common phrase I put in to practice when doing anything of a creative nature. Whether I am designing an ad for work, painting or even writing ( purple prose people) I always manage to filter it down after going over the top; because I can take away and readjust those things.

Last week I realised that the phrase can also be put in to practice in other areas of life… relationships to be exact, well the attempt of one.

I’m not going to continue with …” there’s this guy” cause as I typed that I could hear the moans of “oh god another one of these” and the clicks of you googling funny cat videos.

Plus you probably guessed there would be a boy involved.. i’m a 20 something girl who was brought up on boybands and woodpecker cider… there is always a boy involved.  BUT THIS IS DIFFERENT I swear. There might actually be a chance of this not just being in my head… less daydreamy more reality.

Anyway moving on to the whole ‘less is more’ realisation.

Facebook messenger I hate the fact you show when someone has seen your message or even how long ago they were on line… you have turned me in to borderline clingy (hah here… no one is border line, there is no borderline)

I never realised I was even capable of being clingy until last week, but my god it started to surface big time.


If I want something… my terrier instinct comes out… I will grab on to that ankle and God help anyone who tries to pry me off.


Or determined take your pick. ( chose the later)

I can’t take away messages like I can a section of a design, a line or two in a story or even dilute a colour slightly…

I need to put it in to practice big time otherwise I think I may ruin what could be quite amazing.

However if I can’t, a virtual slap will be donated by Mighty along with a pinch of a punch just for good measure. ( she’s already done that once)

Laters Taters



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