It worked for Einstein……

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.[1] As a milder autism spectrum disorder (ASD), it differs from other ASDs by relatively normal language and intelligence.[4] Although not required for diagnosis, physical clumsiness and unusual use of language are common.[5][6] Signs usually begin before two years old […]

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A short tribute….

1980: When I was 14, I rode my bike from Firth Park to Attercliffe where I sold it for a tenner.  It was brand new.  I then Walked from Attercliffe to town to a little alternative shop called ‘X Clothes’.  There I used my bike money to buy a pair of very tight, silver , […]

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Cheer up honeypie

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 […]

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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 […]



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 […]

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Half a century of You

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 […]

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50 is the old 30

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 […]

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