I’m being all spontaneous here. I don’t have a definate ‘thing’ to blog about today so I thought I might self indulgently, talk about me.. Earlier on, I went for a coffee with my daughter and we chatted about her university applications and her accomodation and how independent it will make her when she moves […]Read More Irritatingly self-indulgent
Asperger syndrome (AS), also known as Asperger’s, is a developmental disorder characterized by significant difficulties in social interaction and nonverbal communication, along with restricted and repetitive patterns of behavior and interests. As a milder autism spectrum disorder (ASD), it differs from other ASDs by relatively normal language and intelligence. Although not required for diagnosis, physical clumsiness and unusual use of language are common. Signs usually begin before two years old […]Read More It worked for Einstein……
When I was kid, my Aunty Val owned a pub/restaraunt in Ivybridge in Devon. It was called The Old Coach House and was all black beams and whitewashed walls. I used to spend alot of time there helping to polish the horse brasses that festooned the walls, and the ship in a bottle on the […]Read More Cheer up honeypie
via HOLD YOUR HEAD UP, KICK YOUR LEGS AND KEEP SWIMMING….Read More HOLD YOUR HEAD UP, KICK YOUR LEGS AND KEEP SWIMMING….
January 28th 2018: I have writer’s block. Or rather I have been trying to write since New Year and stuff just keeps getting in the way and turning my brain into a foggy moorland with bogs every few feet and… I am wearing flipflops. I have been beating myself up around every 5 minutes for […]Read More HOLD YOUR HEAD UP, KICK YOUR LEGS AND KEEP SWIMMING….
New Years Eve was not the best. I spent most of it in and out of lurgy induced sleep, managed one gin and some pretzels. Forced myself to stay awake until 12 when I watched the people having fun in London with fireworks and Nile Rodgers and Chic singing Auld Lang Syne when they actually […]Read More WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?
via Daily Prompt: Almost I’ve been trying to write a new blog for about 3 weeks now, I almost have but then the lurgy arrived and then Christmas happened. Now it is new years eve eve and I have caught a mutant teenage germ from my daughter. She had two days in bed shouting requests […]Read More Almost…..
When I first saw him, I had been out of a nasty, violent relationship for a few months and had decided I was never going near a man again. I had tons of baggage, tons of issues and tons of hurting. He was totally the opposite to ‘my type’; he had a blonde, shoulder length […]Read More Half a century of You
One of the things I used to read pre-50, was how liberating it would be. How, because you no longer cared, you could be the person you always wanted to be, with all that accumulated knowledge etched across your face, manifesting in the worry lines and furrows. You could say it how it is, not […]Read More 50 is the old 30
I remember very clearly, the day my beloved grandpa showed me the photo of the school I would be going to. It looked like some kind of weird space factory. At the time we lived in South Devon in a village called Buckfastleigh. I was around 8 years old. My stepdad got a place at […]Read More A reyt good move….