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
“Go on then, just one.” That’s what I always say. And I always mean it, I truly do. The problem is, that I know I’m kidding myself: I can never have “just one” of anything. A multipack of crisps; a favourite cheese; a bottle of gin; a jar of herring in mustard; a box of … More “Go On Then, Just One”
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)
I want my life back. I have spent a year trying to work things out with you, and I just can’t do it any more. You and I are through, but I’m a kindly soul and feel that the least you deserve is an explanation. In the beginning you delighted me. You’re a pretty shade … More Dear Amitriptalyne…
Here’s the deal: ever since I gained my passion for our arachnid friends, I have been wanting to dispel some of the ridiculous myths and horror stories surrounding them and their “deadly” venom. Here in Britain the myths most commonly perpetuate around false widows – which turn up in my house all the time and … More In Which My Tarantulas And I Accidentally Become Famous
“First, let’s get the name out of the way! The story is that farmers discovered a tea cultivar in Ping Keng Tou village producing a unique and delicious taste and did not want this cultivar to be exploited by other farmers. So they made up stories that the earth in this area (which is a … More Tea Review: Chinalife’s Duck Sh*t Oolong
Dear Nana, Eight years ago you decided that you were too tired to carry on, and so you shut your eyes for the last time when you were 92 years young. You’d had a long, interesting and often tragic life, and it was your time to go. I was too poorly to travel all that … More To My Nana: On Your Centennial
[Image: Central Park, Chelmsford, courtesy of Google] If there’s one thing I really don’t like about summer (aside from the Hot; I do terribly in Hot and like autumn and winter the best) it’s when all the young, pretty ladies break out the kind of adorable sundresses and accessories that a rotund, middle-aged trout (me) … More Summer As A Spoonie