When I finally realised that all my hard-earned progress had dwindled to a stop, it did throw a spanner in the works for a while… And… I did what I normally do when something gets in my way.  …

When I finally realised that all my hard-earned progress had dwindled to a stop, it did throw a spanner in the works for a while… And… I did what I normally do when something gets in my way. I lost my temper (several times) I swore (a lot), and then I settled down to what could only be called a misery party.

Did somebody mention snow? Maybe not down here in Hampshire… Wishing everyone a glorious Sunday… 💖🍃🍂

Did somebody mention snow? Maybe not down here in Hampshire... Wishing everyone a glorious Sunday... 💖🍃🍂

Yesterday began like most days. I awoke in agony, triggering a mini bout of depression, wondering when I would get the next blessed hospital appointment that I was waiting for. The latest bulletin …

Yesterday began like most days. I awoke in agony, triggering a mini bout of depression, wondering when I would get the next blessed hospital appointment that I was waiting for. The latest bulletin was ‘sometime in December/January’. This seems like an awful long time to wait, but then I have been in pain since before March of this year, when I lost the use of my legs.

This poem is just a few hours old, and I am proud to post it here today. It has been so long since my sister wrote anything new, I was beginning to think that part of our lives was over. I hope you enjoy The Crooked Path as much as I do!

Ever since my world turned upside down earlier this year, I have tried hard not to dwell on wondering how long I have to wait until I return to my usual, fairly fit self. I can be a patient soul, b…

Ever since my world turned upside down earlier this year, I have tried hard not to dwell on wondering how long I have to wait until I return to my usual, fairly fit self. I can be a patient soul, but it has proven difficult to maintain, as I have discovered that I absolutely hate being incapacitated. You would think I might appreciate being waited on, but I definitely don’t.

Mother Nature has thrown everything at us this past week, but I am happy to report that today the skies are blue and the sun is shining. I seem to have had every emotion thrown at me too during thi…

Mother Nature has thrown everything at us this past week, but I am happy to report that today the skies are blue and the sun is shining. I seem to have had every emotion thrown at me too during this complicated week, but like the weather outside my window, I am all sunny and smiling today. I managed to struggle back into my big girl pants yesterday, and all geared up for a better week. It will be better, as I am determined to bypass every negative thought I ever had... a belated Happy Halloween!

I was browsing through some old files yesterday, and I don’t know why I do, because I rarely find what I’m looking for. But what I did find was several of Anita’s poems! I forget …

I was browsing through some old files yesterday, and I don't know why I do, because I rarely find what I'm looking for. But what I did find was several of Anita's poems! I forget how long it has been since anything new has graced my desk, she is getting very frail these days, but her words are sorely missed. I am working on another book of her poems, and re reading them all fills my day with so much hope for our future...

“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor WitShall lure it back to cancel half a Line,Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.” This post was inspired by Omar Khay…

“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor WitShall lure it back to cancel half a Line,Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.” This post was inspired by Omar Khayam and is about the way my life, and just everything else, it seems, has changed lately.  I have never wondered or worried much about the future; I figured it would probably take care of itself.

I am so glad to have come to the end of a very dismal week. A week where I couldn’t quite get going, or know the reason why. A week where I have been doing a lot of thinking, trying to figure…

I am so glad to have come to the end of a very dismal week. A week where I couldn't quite get going, or know the reason why. A week where I have been doing a lot of thinking, trying to figure out the best way forward through the constant pain. I gave up a couple of times, seeking simplicity rather than serenity, as it is becoming quite plain that serenity is not on the menu.

I really wanted to take part in another #Six on Saturday this week, but sadly, our little garden is waterlogged. Any flowers that were grimly hanging on, have been reduced to a soggy mess from all the rain. This had me remembering all the lovely flowers that have made me smile this year. I am not sure what happened to this African Violet.

If there is one important thing I have learned in my writing career, is that you need decent equipment to work with. Many years ago, in the beginning, when spending money on non-essentials just did…

If there is one important thing I have learned in my writing career, is that you need decent equipment to work with. Many years ago, in the beginning, when spending money on non-essentials just didn’t happen, I made do with any scraps of paper I could find to write my short stories on.  I was busy transcribing my sisters books at the time, which encouraged me to think big, or at least a bit bigger!

The Darker side of me… I never knew I had a dark side, not really. I do remember having these small snarky feelings when I was a child, towards the latest person to tick me off or stand me in the corner. I am a good-natured person, I have found that life is usually better that way. So these elusive thoughts and feelings I have been having lately haven’t worried me unduly.

As a child, I could rely on the weather and the seasons. It was always warm and sunny in the Summer and cold and invariably wet in the Winter. At least, that is how I remember it. It was comforting…

As a child, I could rely on the weather and the seasons. It was always warm and sunny in the Summer and cold and invariably wet in the Winter. At least, that is how I remember it. It was comforting to know where you were and what to expect, that any deviations would always keep to their own season. Heatwaves came in the Summer, blizzards in the Winter.

I was looking for an image to start my week… Something awe inspiring, or maybe one to kick start some enthusiasm? I have to admit that I didn’t start the day well. The thought of anothe…