It’s not all doom and gloom round here. While our lives may have been turned upside down, we’re working really hard at actually living it. So with that in mind, we booked a mini break. When I say mini, I mean minute – 30 hours in a town 15 miles from home. Does that count… Continue reading A Very Small Break Indeed
What is it to fall out of love with your life? I’ve not written publicly about my current circumstances because it is too personal and private, not just to me but to my family. We are currently living with the reality of incurable cancer, with imminent loss and grief and bereavement. It is surprising me… Continue reading Lost the Faith
I just read an article about blogging that gave suggested blogging topics. One was "What are your top 5 distractions and how do you deal with them?" I don't really need ideas about what to blog about, I just write what's in my head, but this one interests me a bit. I'm not sure where… Continue reading Distractions I live by
Maybe I'm a grumpy old woman but ... Bullet Journalling, what the... A while back I read an article on 'Bullet Journalling' by (the surely lovely and intelligent) Nicole Nguyen (who maybe is just trying to make a living). "Try breaking up your days into time periods: morning, afternoon, evening. This will make actually completing… Continue reading Bullet Journalling: Are you a slave to the list?
I had a meeting with a bank manager yesterday. You know what banks are, they need to extract every detail of your life from you. I know why, and it makes sense (fraud, money laundering, credit rating etc etc), but I hate it. I particularly hate the inevitable question about what I do for a… Continue reading Is ‘Artist’ a Proper Job Title?
Going to gigs as a disabled person is fraught with logistical considerations, but you don't expect to be actually hated.
I got involved in an interesting discussion online. Part of the ongoing project of a friend who is on a mission to reduce the waste her household produces. She's doing an impressive job, but occasionally she comes across something that is neither reuseable nor recyclable nor compostable. This morning it was waxed paper. (Which is… Continue reading Hey! Keep your smugness to yourself.