Post 360: The mattress tested—and my body too.
An early morning call from the district nurse was a very welcome surprise.
“See you in twenty minutes,” she said.
I was already up, but conveying the message to my darling was met wit...
Post 359: My dreamy head.
I wake, it’s dark, I’m all alone
The leaves from last year have have all gone
The clocks went forward or was it back
And spring bulbs shoot up from the black
But I’m am stuck I can’t go out
My...
Post 358: Tired, like I ran a marathon, which I certainly have not.
Today was a washout but, luckily, I had nothing but rest to occupy myself with — though, even that was hard work.
When I woke, I didn’t notice it. Neither did I when I ...
Post 357: An early call settles nerves but ends in tears, happy tears.
A Saturday morning and I’ve just had my 8am pills. Usually it would be time for some rewind TV before settling down until I’m ready to fill Mr Vicious’ blue pla...
Post 356: Volunteering tax misdemeanour, and Big Sis.
I feel like a fraud today for two reasons. Firstly, a tax issue I’m having sleepless nights over, and secondly the fact that I feel like I’m not ill.
How is it that sometimes there&r...
