(With apologies to Cliff Richard; I think my lyrics are better!) It’s that time of year again, when I get my (this year, lurgified!) self geared up to make pickles out of anything and everything. Also baking, but baked goods don’t need two months to mature, so I can do the baking at my leisure. … More Autumn Time; Pickling And Brine; Kitchen Cluttered All Of The Time…
This year, the inhabitants of Tribble Towers did something we’d never done before: we went online and booked a holiday abroad, just the two of us. I’d been wanting to return to Sweden since our weekend on Ingarö last December, and so we decided to stay in the Slussen area of Stockholm.
We were so enchanted with Sweden last December, that we’d vowed to return even before we were driven to Skavsta for our flight back to wet and dreary England. We’d only had the weekend, and it was a tight schedule, but we still loved it. I was finally in the land of (some of) my … More To Colder Climes
Those were dark times, being one of the “hidden homeless” in a council-funded guest house. My house had been conned out of me by a “loving” partner who persuaded me to sign it over to him so that “You won’t have the stress of worrying about rent any more”. That was the same “loving” partner … More “I Want to Heal, I Want to Feel”
Yes, I have just shown you the three stages that a damaged liver goes through. I owe this post to a beloved friend of mine from the States, who was already dying when I e-met her, but who urged me to fight and live. She died last November, just before my birthday. So I’m writing … More How My Liver Is Killing Me
Last year, I went for a PIP assessment, which I failed. Apparently, my “high level of intelligence” excludes me from being disabled (epilepsy, anxiety, being autistic… yeah, none of those incringe on my life at all, apparently). As for the ME/CFS… “I wish I could stay in bed all day.” This was actually said to … More ME/CFS Awareness: Not A Lifestyle Choice!
Disclaimer: The following post contains photographs of a spider, and a possibly distressing photograph of myself in intensive care, at death’s door. I don’t know how to hide them, and so I thought I ought to warn you.
It’s that time of year again, when the lovely people at Epilepsy Action start their drive to raise awareness of epilepsy. This year they asked members to contact them and tell them what epilepsy means to sufferers as individuals – because no two epileptic patients are affected in the same way, and this needs to … More March 26th: Purple Day For Epilepsy
You may have noticed that I was quiet in 2016. I really just wasn’t feeling my muse, and I only write when I have something cohesive to say. Besides, I wanted to see how the year would end, after the dark days of benefit deprivation, celebrity deaths, Brexit and Trump. I can safely say that … More 2016: The Year That Was (Or, Why Sweden Is Wonderful)