March 18, 2018
“Why do I still feel like this?” Recovery is a tricky beast. Experiencing a sink into anxious overwhelm at a number of random experiences seemingly conspiring to pull me down I am, momentarily, back in the same place I fought so hard to escape from. Emotion spills over and I rant at my daughter sitting […]
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March 10, 2018
Looking through old photographs of my parents before they were married I see a couple in love, a couple I don’t recognise. Finding a memory of affection between them eludes me, unless you count the awkward hug my father gave on the news of my grandfather’s death. Their love, such as it was, remained hidden […]
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March 2, 2018
On the Heath Daisy dances in the deep white. Since she’s started on the drops which dilate her pupils, maximising the visual capacity, defying her burgeoning cataracts, she’s like a different dog. I know it may only be temporary and that even if she undergoes surgery, her sight problems may only be eased for a […]
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February 23, 2018
On our way to Upton Park in the mid eighties Trevor is offering a bag of sweets around the car. As he does so he tells the story of the time, during his days as a detective, when the driver of the vehicle they were travelling in asked if there were any more sweets. “Nothing […]
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February 16, 2018
In the children’s book “We’re Going On A Bear Hunt” a family trudge their way through mud, snow and water in the search for a bear who lives in a cave. Unable to avoid the difficult hazards which lay at every turn they press on through all of them until they finally discover the bear, […]
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