I don’t remember how long I was sober for, before Iain Duncan Smith took a massive shit on disabled people all over the UK (stress, panic and fear are not conducive to remaining sober when your entire world feels as though it’s ending). I immediately freaked, tried to jump out of the bedroom window, and … More Dry June… And Hopefully Dry Forever
This is going to be an occasional series, now that I’m getting back into my gongfu teas. For this one, I’m tasting puerh for the first time in a long while.
As most of you already know, I’ve got my tea mojo back. I’m trying to slowly cut down on the beer, with the intent of becoming mostly teetotal. I’ve already ditched the gin, but I can’t honestly see myself not enjoying a few shots of Swedish Snaps come Jul – and I’m not missing out … More Tea, Gong Fu And A Messy Bedroom!
It is really no secret to anybody who knows me that I love tea. I like a bog standard “builder’s brew” to wake me up in the morning (I prefer Yorkshire, but Tetley will do in a pinch) but there are different teas, and different ways of taking it. Such as drinking gong fu style. … More Back On The Gong Fu Trail
Sometimes it might take what seems like forever, but time does eventually heal – be it emotional healing, or physical. Over the last ten years I’ve had to deal with both, and even more so in the last twelve months. Being physically restricted has a massive impact on the psyche, as well as on the … More Time Heals All Wounds
After my operation last year, I took to drinking gin. That is to say: I started drinking twice as much as usual. Partly to help mask the pain, but also out of pure boredom. There’s nothing worse than being stuck in bed for weeks or even months on end. The problem is, that it takes … More Gin, Or “Mother’s Ruin”
My dear Nan, I wanted to wish you a happy Mother’s Day, even though you’ve not been with us for a long time. When I was little, I used to come home from church with a daffodil for you. In later years it was a phone call, and when I became an adult it was … More Happy Mother’s Day – A Letter To My Nan
A year is a long time, but some hip fractures are more serious than others. I’ve seen a couple of ladies who were on the ward at the same time as I was, and they’re both up and walking. They’re walking differently to how they walked before, but they’re walking.
She was fully equipped for the journey. Crutches, wheelchair and her own brand of stubborness. Nothing kept her from doing anything – not even her disability – if she could help it.
The brain has always fascinated me. Mainly due to my interest in psychology, but partly because I’m epileptic and want to learn more about how the brain works, and why it can fire off the wrong kind of neurons in some of us. For an epileptic there are many triggers – and not all are … More Land of Make Believe