The Nymph texted me a few moments ago. ‘ Five little words that make me far too happy: Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland! Eeek!’ I responded with much squeeage. Oh… gods…. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Looking down at my arms (which have been truly hideous with excema recently) I observed, “Y’know, I really do heal quickly.” “Oh yes,” replies the Jellicle Cat. “And I’ve worked out why that is.” I nod, assuming he’s going to remark on how, because I’ve had excema my whole life my skin is just used … Read More

Yesterday the fact that the plumber had seen fit to remove all the compostables I had filled my compost bin with had me wandering off gods know where sobbing. I think I quite scared some of the kids playing in the back alley. I think that this gives a pretty good picture as to my … Read More

A boat, beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July – Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear – Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July. She still haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving … Read More

Woke up this morning and felt, not better exactly but certainly more myself. I’m putting this down to a combination of gardening and reading Joyce Grenfell’s biography. Feeling miserable is probably something pretty inevitable when it comes to having been unemployed for this long – it’s been pointed out that I’ve been employed since I … Read More

Munchkin Cthulhu plus Yellow Sign Meeting. Apparently my love of Jackie Chan movies makes me a good girlfriend. I’m feeling pretty much incapable of anything at the moment.

Am writing. Am worried about practically everyone I know, my brain just won’t settle on me, apart from stuff I’ve done wrong of which it seems to have an inexhaustable list. I know that this is utterly stupid but I can’t think straight and my brain is looping into patterns I don’t like.

I’m very much swampwards, moreso than when I lived on Avondale. I’ve been heading here for a while now, I think it’s going to take me a while to get centred (I like the phrase, I’m stealing it). If I have appointments with you and I’m late then please kick me. If I don’t, then … Read More

So, it comes to something when you’re having a conversation with a pretty girl and thinking, huh, if you were gay I’d think you were interested and so be flirting. Then you find out she is in fact bi and kick yourself. In anycase my faulty gaydar aside I had it really hammered home quite … Read More

Finding it a real struggle to maintain any sort of dignity when it comes to people. Fighting a desperate urge to say ‘what’s wrong with me?’ to everyone I meet. Writing, some. Mostly lacking any sort of belief in my getting a job, theres just something about me, you know. The plumber has apparently managed … Read More