Tomorrow is June 1st 2020. Tomorrow marks eleven weeks since I went into work. Tomorrow, according to the government, we can ease lockdown.
It’s too soon.
I have just bought my first vinyl album in many years, I had forgotten what a ceremony it could be to listen to music.
Reminder – isolation does not have to mean isolated.
It’s a week since isolation started, well, “social distancing”. Not been a full week as went to work on Monday, in fact last weekend I still thought the events etc planned for this week would be going ahead.
explore: travel through an unfamiliar area in order to learn more about it
On Saturday, while cutting up a potato I experienced a squirming, wrenching, very agonising pain in my upper back to the left of my spine and just under the shoulder blade (a sure sign I should have a chef or eat take-outs!).
So many changes in the last few years, finally looking beyond the horizon to my next adventures.
Memories can be a blessing or a curse, and my memories of Morecambe’s West End are both. Tap shoes and toothache.
There have been so many changes in myself and my life over the last few years which have brought me to this place of emergence into a new life
It’s been there, niggling at the recesses of my mind, there’s been something missing – and it’s been missing for a long time. Conversation. And I’m not talking small talk, and I’m not meaning discussions of various (and awesome) geeky movies/tv shows. Although the...
I am here, I will always be here ... and yet I'm tired, and I do not want to be here. I do not want to be in this place of sadness and failure. I no longer wish to reside in the land of lack and loss. I want to be ... elsewhere, anywhere but here. In the void, in...
Set up by Sophie over at One Unique, Huddle and Cuddle is a campaign to help raise awareness of mental health issues buy using the means of social media. Influencers have teamed up to help this campaign and to spread the word, allowing people to never feel alone by...
A small corner of her brain mourned. Recalled the comfort of her lost friend's arms around her, the safe feeling of knowing they were there and there for her alone. Except they weren't. They were there for themselves, insinuating bonds of fear and doubt, invisible yet...