Bye Bye Mister Fat Feet

Almost 11 years ago I answered a knock on my front door to find a shabby young couple holding a kitten standing on my doorstep.  A neighbour had told this couple that I’d take the kitten off their hands. They told me it was 16 weeks old and had had flea and worm treatments. They… Continue Reading Bye Bye Mister Fat Feet

Let’s talk about Linda…

About 30 years ago I began to attend a support group for people who had an alcoholic in the family. I didn’t like it much there at all. I was ignored at my first meeting and was later told it was because I looked ‘so together’ whatever that means. I kept on going back because… Continue Reading Let’s talk about Linda…

Ingratitude, tiredness and leave me aloneness

I don’t have a plan for this piece of writing or why I have a deep urge to write but I have to give in to it and see what comes out of it. This happens a lot and sometimes it ends up on here and sometimes it ends up in my diary. A diary… Continue Reading Ingratitude, tiredness and leave me aloneness

Waiting for Kafka

I am in constant preparation for the next bout of episodes. I always hope that episodes will be of the long kind as they’re much more gentle on my body and mind (though still incredibly destructive) but those are an increasingly distant memory. Unfortunately for me I rapid cycle and rarely do anything else and,… Continue Reading Waiting for Kafka

Moving on in more ways than one…

It’s ten days since I had the big chat with my GP and knew that my life had to change. Bipolar Disorder is a hard task master and at times it chains me to the wall and leaves me for dead. I am still mourning the loss of overnight stays away but that is tempered… Continue Reading Moving on in more ways than one…

Grieving for the end of an era…

Anyone who has experienced the sudden loss of a person that they love will know how grief feels. They will know the feeling of waking each day and being in whatever their range of normality is and then sudden remembrance that the person is gone. That is how I’m waking each day and yet I… Continue Reading Grieving for the end of an era…

Washing wonders, sadness and getting on with it

A week ago today I got my first automatic washing machine in 23 years. Since then I’ve worked its electric fingers to the bone (I’ve lost count of the loads I’ve fed it but we’re talking 16+) and it’s done it all without a complaint. Last Saturday I had no clean jeans in my wardrobe… Continue Reading Washing wonders, sadness and getting on with it

A list of a lot of things

I seem to spend half my life trying to keep up with the targets I set for myself and then being surprised when I don’t achieve them. You’d think that by now I would have learned that setting targets isn’t the way for me to go. I’m a perfectionist and I demand far more perfection… Continue Reading A list of a lot of things

Casting off but gently

When I went through the process of finding my word of the year recently one of the promises I made to myself was to back away from a few people because they were emotionally draining or that the friendships were one sided. One person that purports to be a really good friend, on reflection, has… Continue Reading Casting off but gently

The Kitchen, the dog, the racist passer-by & the plasterer

I am having my 37 year old kitchen replaced. My landlord, the local council, overlooked me for years by telling my address didn’t exist every time I tried to get them to do it. Eventually a surveyor came to look at something else and I took the opportunity to drag him into the kitchen for… Continue Reading The Kitchen, the dog, the racist passer-by & the plasterer