Heading back where I b-Long

A very dear friend gave me this a few weeks ago.  She’d drawn it especially for me. I absolutely love it. What a wonderful thing for a friend to do and, indeed say! I’ll be honest.  I didn’t recognise that person in the picture as me. Perhaps partly because I don’t have much in theContinue reading “Heading back where I b-Long”

One hundred days of solitude

As if 44,000 deaths wasn’t devastating enough, this week we passed a grim milestone. A hundred days of lockdown. A hundred whole days. A hundred days of, thankfully, still being alive and well. A hundred days of taking care of ourselves and one another.

So Long in Lockdown

It’s only recently that I’ve come to accept that ‘introvert’ isn’t actually a dirty word. A few years ago saying it out loud would have felt akin to admitting I mainlined heroin for breakfast, or really liked watching reality TV. But I’m out and proud.  And now I’ve accepted it my world is a muchContinue reading “So Long in Lockdown”

The Ghosts of Easter Past

Easter.   I don’t mind admitting that it’s never really sat very comfortably with me. I’m not from a particularly religious family, despite the fact that my uncle was a man of the cloth. To be fair I’m not even from a particularly family-friendly family.  When I look back at Easters from years gone byContinue reading “The Ghosts of Easter Past”