Feeble actually. Feeble every day, although my fit un-feeble appearance is proving to be a disadvantage. Tuesday it was back to the hospital. No wonder they have long waiting lists the amount of time they are spending on me. Patient transport due at 10am. They usually arrive early. I was dutifully waiting from 9.45. Partner […]Read Post ›
What is a woman to do when all she can do is lie around on the sofa all day? Read books. Read books on the internet. Read blogs. Make comments. Watch the odd few live progs on BBC iPlayer, and catch the rest later. I’m really surprised we can even get this, seeing as ITV […]Read Post ›
It felt like the end of term. Two whole weeks away from hospital. No prodding and poking and yanking and tiny pricks. Except … There was a message on the answerphone. The Land Rover was in for a tow bar to be fitted and we were expecting a call to say it was ready for […]Read Post ›
It’s offer time in the book world. T B Markinson is offering her first novel A Woman Lost for 99 pence or cents, depending on whether you use Amazon UK or US. When I read her novel Marionette (she sent me a review copy), I read the preview chapters of A Woman Lost, and told […]Read Post ›
‘When can I escape go home?’ I asked my consultant. In case anyone has forgotten, I’d been in Twelve Days before The Operation. ‘Oh, the next day, Wednesday. Just need to sort it with physio,’ he smiled happily. Nowt to do with him once he’d finished incising and screwing. I asked a fave nurse. ‘Maybe […]Read Post ›
As you do, the night before the operation, I wrote a list of things to do for Partner in case I never made it off the operating table. In fact when I looked at the list of outstanding things to do, I figured not having to deal with them all was a small bonus. And […]Read Post ›
A short (for me) follow-up post on self-publishing and editing. On the last post I gave out some proofing tips for those of you who are silly enough to think you can manage to proofread and/or edit your own work. There is a difference between good editing and proof-reading. Let me add some context from […]Read Post ›
1) The monkey harassment officer was up on the scaffolding on the block Partner is working on. It was the weekend and he was wandering up to the Land Rover. He called out to her, ‘You should wear a hard hat.’ (She was wearing toe-tectors but no hat). ‘I’ve got to climb up here to […]Read Post ›
A long long time ago, or so it feels, when I was in Spanish exile, I whiled away my time writing blog posts by hand. One of them was Desert Island Discs. As I had no television, internet or other distraction and couldn’t be bothered with the radio, I played records. Those black round things […]Read Post ›
The men in the street were erecting a metal cage. Perhaps it was an official feeding station for feral cats for my neighbours? Perhaps it was to punish people caught feeding monkeys? I walked out of the block with Little Rat. The pavement was blocked with wheelie bins and the large cardboard boxes that the […]Read Post ›
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