Post 229: The last post or the last bus; either way .
I went straight to sleep two hours ago, and when I woke just now I really thought it was morning — but it’s not quite midnight.
I have a way to go yet, so I’ll try and write a l...
Post 228: Struggling to be me.
I could hear fear in my Darling’s voice this afternoon, and I knew I could help her get back to herself after tiredness and worry had taken her far away.
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This meeting on Thursday is the bi...
Post 227: Je revive — but I’m tired.
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Waking to a pain that’s deep inside
Under the t-shirt, my sleep denied
Ask again, am I still alive
Regaining eyesight, Je revive
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Tiredness draws th...
Post 226: Alone with my heavy eyelids.
My dancing fingers are not obeying my every command and the double tapping is getting worse, but making things even more problematic is the tiredness.
When I had the radiotherapy last week I was given a few po...
Post 225: The goose is getting fat.
A Victorian-styled green tree will soon infest our homes and start the process of dressing our homes for Christmas.
Both inside and out there’s a mad obsession to use the electric power we have been trying ...
