The feud began when Elby scurried out from beneath the sofa one evening and was startled to find me still sitting in my chair. I wasn't so much startled as horrified, but had I not gasped like a Victorian lady in need of her smelling salts, I don't think he would have paid me any mind.
For a long while, coming back here daunted me, I'm not sure why. But I'm here. And so are you. Hello again my friend.
Here are nine signs that your friend might be a spoonie but hasn't said anything.
A couple of weeks ago, we went round the roundabout twice as dad tried to work out how to get to the drop-off zone. Two hours parking in our hometown bought us a five minute drop off at the airport. It was a case of getting the bags out of the car, hugging him, then leaving. He didn't look back. I think I might have cried if he had.
I've always loved other people's stories but over the last year or so, my curiosity has shifted. While still keenly interested in their stories, I find myself wondering more and more about the stories we don't tell.
An unusually chatty post featuring a potentially endangered brood of moorhens, the Irish Referendum results, the Duck Principle, and some odds and sods about writing and platform building. Not one you want to miss.
Once upon a time, I thought that maybe the doctors and nurses at these clinics didn't know, that perhaps they had simply never realised. I was naive back then. There is no way that they do not know and that is the great evil of what they choose to do.
Struggling to juggle life's many loads but unable to give any of it up? Perhaps what you need is a life upgrade!
Mama, Please forgive me, I'm so sorry. I know that you're not happy with me and that I am and will be a source of pain to you but I promise I don't mean it. I know there will be times when I make it hard for you, times when I frustrate you, times when … Continue reading Mama
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death... It feels as though it shouldn't happen on sunny days and yet it inevitably does. People seem to make a point of passing away under … Continue reading Holy Sonnet X
