Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Ten

Part Ten If I run into the woods screaming, how long will it take someone to decide to catch me and have me committed to a mental hospital? If the answer’s anything longer than four hours, it’ll be worth it to get some peace and quiet! Dad and S have been arguing for the past … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Ten

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Nine

Part Nine “If you’re not with me, you’re against me.” No. Just, just no. Take that phrase, ball it up and chuck it in the bin. Immediately. If I’m not with you, it usually just means I have no energy to muster for forming an opinion. It doesn’t make me your enemy – or your … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Nine

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Eight

Part Eight Hurricane S hates to cook and that hatred suits me just fine because she makes the worst kind of food known to man. It’s become my habit to come home from work and pop into the kitchen to unwind and cook myself the perfect meal, depending on my mood. I usually cook enough … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Eight

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 7

Part 7 Almost 2 litres. That’s how much coffee I made today. Almost 2 full litres of the stuff which ended up getting poured down the drain, cup by cup because the milk to coffee ratio was ‘off’. How much milk was in the coffee, I asked. He didn’t know. What colour did it turn, … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 7

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 6

Part 6 Yeah, okay, I lied. Sue me. (Don’t sue me, I have nothing of value to my name). Payday can’t come fast enough, I swear. I’m not writing about The Hurricane, though. So it’s not really so bad. And I need to vent. I need it more than I need salty, starchy chips when … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 6