Shining Out Of Your Face Like Sunbeams

I do realise that phrenology is discredited. I do. Continue reading Shining Out Of Your Face Like Sunbeams

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Waaah! I Can’t Look After Myself!

I can’t, and I don’t seem to want to. For a while perhaps I thought my husband would do that for me. I abdicated that responsibility, if I ever held it. Maybe briefly. Before that it was my dad, I suppose. And before that, I can only assume, my mother, when it was just a case of nappy changing and so on. Continue reading Waaah! I Can’t Look After Myself!

That Was The Good News.

I used, when it all kicked off, to send myself emails as things occured to me. (I still do.)  And now, sometimes when I am looking for other things, I find them. They give me a jolt – I have usually forgotten the incidents and thoughts. And they make me cry. Continue reading That Was The Good News.