This time, I have no glorious bruises to show you (which, for me, makes a nice change actually) but I do have some pretty epic injuries all the same. Therefore, it’s time for me to do some epilepsy awareness stuff again. Blackouts. I hate blackouts. They last for mere seconds, but they can do a … More Epilepsy: Here We Go Again
Our beloved regular guest house has had to shut down, and so we had to find alternative accommodation for our most recent stay in Cheltenham. We chose this particular Premier Inn, since the pub is on my old stomping ground (I used to live just up the road), and so I thought I knew the … More Premier Inn? More Like Premier Hell!
Today I would like to talk about the liver. Specifically, mine. It’s an amazing organ with more regenerative abilities than a certain Time Lord. It can survive pretty much anything. That is, of course, until it doesn’t…
I wouldn’t say it was awful, but it wasn’t brilliant. The fates conspired to ruin nice things for me by sending the Lurgy Fairy (in bloody Sweden of all places, while I was on holiday!) but we managed to make the best of it. At least my liver regenerated, right? So that’s good. Hoorah for … More Kicking 2017 Out Of The Door
He was the unassuming, shrinking violet, who became one of the biggest music legends of all time. The man with the engaging personality and smile; the man that the entire world adored. The man with the most incredible vocal range that has ever been recorded. He used to keep a notebook by his bed so … More The Beautiful Man With The Legendary Voice: Freddie Mercury
(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”
Watermelon mocktails. I must try these! For some time now, I have been concerned about my drinking. Ian Duncan Smith and the DWP knocked me off my happy little sober wagon last year, and I have been struggling to climb back on ever since. Add my liver cirrhosis into the mix and I absolutely shouldn’t … More A Twist In My (Lack Of) Sobriety