It was only on the 5th of May that I wrote about retiring due to Badger needing nursing see here Within a week, as if wishing to prove me right, Badger decided to add a severe stroke to his cancer. Fortunately, it was on the left-hand side so only his right side is wonky which, … More Just in Time
As I have announced it to my colleagues, I will make it official. This is an enormous shout-out to Laurence and Stephanie of Crooked Cat Books and to all my lovely author colleagues with whom I have laughed, cried and banged my head on the wall for a few years now. At the end of … More Heading on …
The latest bulletin from our home-hospital is that Badger and I are going to have to shift bedrooms. This means my study will disappear to accommodate two double beds as I don’t dare share one with him anymore. The problem is that he talks, roars, kicks, punches and swears in his sleep. This has got … More All change, everybody off!
This is one of my first entries concerning nursing my husband through his terminal cancer but don’t run away, it will be honest but not sad (often funny if it is like our usual life). I have dedicated my life at the moment to seeing him out happy. That is basically – no matter how … More New and old
He was fascinated by history. All his life he had listened to stories from other “leftovers” who told him what it was like in the twenty-first century, before the Invasion. Although he was more than half Invader himself, hence no name, he was in love with planet Earth. Discovering what had been the public library … More Small deities
Hello Mumz frenz, Lilydog here. I is confused. Wen I not well I go vet, he stick thing up my bum and needle in neck or give mum poke-down-throat bits. I go home and sleep a lot. Well mum not been well and doing very good impression of Great Dane barking. She went sleepies for … More Confused….
All my life I had felt disadvantaged, alien, as if I were staring in at humanity through a pane of glass, isolated and only pretending to understand or join in. You’ll imagine my self-disgust when I discovered that it wasn’t a feeling…I really WAS behind a pane of glass, watching, waving but not participating. … More The Hitch
You know what I hate about clichés? A great way to write lazily, obviously and avoids the need to be innovative, of course …. but mainly I loathe them because they are true. Except … In one second my whole life came crashing down – piffle! I am a disaster-magnet and very rarely does anything happen … More Son of Cliché Rides Again
Hello Mumz frenz! Is special day today for all critters to be nice to ther mum. That not hard, we nice to our Mum every day! (that is an explanation mark wot means I is laffing) Problem is we been wotching telly and it say that mumz has to be gived cards n flowers or … More Mumz day
In junior school I was drawn to the percussion section of the school orchestra. Of course I was, banging, hitting, generally making a racket was something at which I was rather good. So I spent a few years messing around with triangles, cymbals, tambourines etc. although they wouldn’t let me loose on drums because I … More Now orchestrated!
