It’s Been a Bad, Bad, Bad Day

Where do I start? This morning? When I got up at ten to eight so I could be ready by half past nine only to discover that it was now, for reasons that I really can never fathom, actually TEN to NINE? I don't do mornings at the best of times. I am very slow... Continue Reading →

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Shameful Little Secret

(Imagine a picture of a window here please.  I had lots on my now broken hard drive). Why and how does self-expression become something shameful?  Is there a moment, possibly somewhere between toddlerhood and childhood, where you perceive an expectation, a sense of ‘normal’ and yield to conform to it?  Why conform to a selective... Continue Reading →

Some Language Skills of Mine

Remember how I said that I can't call myself 'linguistic' simply because I can't attain levels of perfection when it comes to my grammatical knowledge, vocabulary or pronunciation?  Well, today I'm going to dare, to dare to start thinking of myself as someone with 'linguistic skills ' or 'linguistic aptitude'. This is the evidence that I am... Continue Reading →

Welcome to the Real World

When speccy spoke of pacing the other day, my entire being sighed and nodded knowingly in agreement.  You see, pacing is something of a ‘buzz’ word in chronic illness.  Although it’s not some magical cure-all or panacea, it does rather let the ‘experts’ off the hook.  The responsibility is handed firmly back to the patient,... Continue Reading →

Pursuing Perfection

Pursuing perfection is something like pursuing cities of gold or fountains of eternal youth.  For the most part, these idyllic utopian states are just figments of the imagination, a fantasy that drives us mad in its impossible pursuit. However, I do believe in trying.  Trying is something like that expedition, that journey in search of... Continue Reading →

Am I Setting Myself Up for Failure?

Goals are targets.  Targets are things that get missed. Sitting myself down and deciding what I want to plan for and aim for just seems utterly pointless to me.  I know that I will fail and having a list etched in black and white as tangible proof of just what I set out to do... Continue Reading →

Patchwork

Sometimes, I think, patchwork can sound shabby, the idea of cobbling together something, often utilitarian, from leftover scraps.  But patchwork is much more than that.  For example, a patchwork quilt, even though humble in origin and purpose, is so much more than the sum of its parts.  Because, you see, those aren’t leftovers; they’re souvenirs,... Continue Reading →

And It All Ends in Tears

  I feel so guilty that I've struggled to write this update, it feels as if I'm admitting my criminal irresponsibility and negligence to the world.  And you know where to find me.  Did you know that it is a criminal offence to release either a hand reared or a casualty animal when it doesn't... Continue Reading →

World of Work

Oftentimes it seems that we adults (I find it strange to include myself in that category.  However, I can assure you that I most definitely am not a ‘grown up’!) are valued only for what we produce economically, in terms of whether we work and the work we do.  Many people place the emphasis on... Continue Reading →

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