I’m ready for my close-up

Two years ago, I was drinking a coffee before heading off to the gym for my thrice weekly monotonous execution of my prescribed physio regime for my pre-ankle fusion injured leg. I was scrolling through…

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In case you were wondering…

This Autumn I am relishing being able to walk unaided and independently. This was not always the case.

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A dog’s life

There is a reason that I have not written as much recently. That reason is small, black, undisciplined, incorrigible and in possession of the most beautiful pair of brown eyes that I have ever gazed…

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Five things I can tell you about weather

The old, the arthritic and the plated. We are the triumvirate of aches and pains. Members of this secret club have a hidden super power; we can predict the weather with just a twinge of…

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Fight or flight?

My youngest son was furious with me after the accident. Why did I get in the car that day? Why had I let this thing happen to me? To his intractable five year old logic,…

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