It’s been interesting – and quite emotional – revisiting the end of a marriage and my career in publishing, various family (mis)fortunes, my time in India and Indonesia, my MSc, the start of my community council work and research career, discovering spinning, and the beginning of my current, very happy marriage. So much of this feels as though it’s permanent, and has been part of me forever – but in reality much is less than 5 years old.
There will be lots of broken links, because some material was hosted on now-dead servers. I’ve tried to resurrect what I can, but if you find any, please let me know.
Well, I’m in room 2 of Hotel de L’Europe at 44 Boulevard de la République, St-Malo, 35400, France, listening to Gloryhammer’s Tales from the Kingdom of Fife. I’m tired, for which there are good reasons, and pissed off, for which there are less good reasons (in green).Continue reading →
We’ve said goodbye to too many people: David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Prince, Muhammad Ali, Anton Yeltsin, Elie Wiesel, Gene Wilder, Leonard Cohen, Robert Vaughn, Fidel Castro, Eric (my cousin’s partner) and John Glenn spring to mind. But the death that has affected me the most is the loss of my father in October. Here’s how it went, according to Facebook: Continue reading →
I’ve not posted recently because there’s been almost nothing to say: I’ve spent most of this week horizontal due to pain and lack of energy. But here’s some bits to prove I’m still alive. Continue reading →
Yesterday’s musical prediction was wrong. It’s been Dark side of the moon all day. I don’t know how many times: such wonderful but familiar music has helped me catch up on missed sleep.
In other news, I weigh 55·3 kg. That’s 122 pounds, or 8 stones 10 pounds, about a stone less than normal for me. My blood pressure is 128/83, which is ok. Being unable to walk 0·2 miles to the GP surgery is not. Again I can’t thank Elly enough for driving me there,
I didn’t sleep much last night: maybe four hours in total. So I’m flaked out again, with The queen is dead on auto-repeat. Such a brilliant record! If my musical meanderings continue into the past at this rate, tomorrow will be The age of consent, and Saturday will be New boots and panties. You have been warned!
I hadn’t realised how heavy doses of antibiotics can flatten people even further. Today has been typical of this week: I’ve not had sufficient energy to move further from my ‘nest’ in our spare room to the bathroom. Instead I’ve been curled up under a duvet, too de-energised to even get cabin-fever. Continue reading →