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

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…

Going home, memories of Scotland and finding a family grave

I love travelling in England and, when I was younger, Scotland. As an adult I have even ventured into Wales but not nearly often enough as I want to. Last week I went up to the Motherland which is Middlesbrough in North Yorkshire. I took a train because I love trains, they’re much faster than… Continue Reading Going home, memories of Scotland and finding a family grave

Perfect memory, imperfect time…

Before you read any further it’s important that I tell you a little of the Village that I mention in the post. The idea for this post came from was novel The Villages written by my dear friend, the wonderful Dave Hutchinson (@HutchinsonDave). This is the story of my Village. o 0 o I have… Continue Reading Perfect memory, imperfect time…

Emerging from the rubble

Today is Wednesday but in my head it feels as though it should be three days further on. The days seem to have dragged on yet have also been over in a flash. There have been no mood swings in either direction yet it has been a dramatic week in my head. Five days ago… Continue Reading Emerging from the rubble

The grieving goes on…

I woke up this morning feeling the loss of work acutely. It’s over a decade since I was last employed and I thought I would be over the sense of loss long before now but it hangs around like the glimpse of an almost forgotten face in a crowd – familiar but an unclear memory.… Continue Reading The grieving goes on…

I forget…

Today is Sunday and I’m sat in bed this writing this. My thighs are aching desperately from the squats I accidentally did whilst photographing war graves in a local cemetery on Thursday. Apart from the clear recollection of a couple of phone calls with friends on Friday and the grim memory of gerbil dentistry yesterday… Continue Reading I forget…