Some days I am better than others. Dad is gone and everything I didn’t manage to do and tell him about some days hits hard. Some days it puts me into his back patio one summer’s day talking about his grief for his Dad. I had longer with him than he had with his Dad. … Read More
No Remote Pride prompt today, it feels weird. I’m missing my Dad. The Princess, Mum and I discussed gravestones today and looked at what we wanted written on Dad’s. There’s some other memorials we talked about too. Mum cried, I didn’t, quite. The Princess is less bothered by grave markers than she is by other … Read More
If you had asked me last year what I thought about videoing funerals I would have said there was no need. Upon further questioning I like to think I would have admitted the use of live-streaming for family in disparate parts of the world to attend. (I say this because I delayed going to Japan … Read More
Once, when I was ten or eleven and I and my family were on holiday in the south of France, we went to a beach the day after a storm. The waves were like nothing I’d seen before and like nothing I’ve seen since, though I’m sure they grew in my imagination. In my memory … Read More
Why don’t I feel like I’ve lost control over my life? Where’s the panic and anger and fear that I see all over facebook and the mainstream media? Am I not paying enough attention? Do I trust the government too much or do I believe in myself too much? This is serious, I could die, … Read More
Tonight at 8pm, in common with an awful lot of people on my street I came to my window and clapped. I didn’t come to my door in case next door did as the front doors are right next to each other. There was a shout of “pay the NHS”, I’m given to understand that … Read More
Am I just waiting to die? I have no idea, probably if I’m going to get hit by covid19 at it’s height then I’ve already got it. If I’ve already got it I’m not sure that theres any amount of cleaning of my client’s surfaces or wearing of masks and gloves that will help. But … Read More
CW: Suicide I have a real problem with suicide. I’m technically too old to be an Emo and too young to have been an actual Goth. (Though tell that to the neighbour who called eighteen year old Mish’s dyed black hair a phase). But I’ve got the Anxiety, Depression and Suicidal Urges to go with … Read More
I’m still thinking about the guy from primary school. He worked out on the oil rigs, not uncommon for smart guys from The Shire. It’s good money if you have the smarts and can cope with the weird isolation of a rig. A lot of the people who I went to primary school with, some … Read More
When I was a kid I had a burgundy red velvet skirt which I loved. Inside the hem were the name labels of most of the other girls who’d had that skirt before me. At least one of them was at University by the time I wore the skirt at Primary School. Part of the … Read More
