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celebrating my new home.

Gaga

so, I’m back. It’s been a while…I seem to say tha a lot don’t I? I have moved house now so I am slowly getting settled into the new place. Lots of painting and DIY opportunities. I will take you round the projects at some point soon. Honest. But today I wanted to share a…

Report-age

You probably know I am in the throes of a massive house and life move….surrounded by packing cases, bags for the charity and mounds of laundry, I am contemplating life choices. Walk with me a while… Apart from the obvious catalysts for these reflections, I came across my old school reports this week as I…

Knowledge 2

So it’s taken me a while (but what’s new) but here is my second instalment of my diagnosis story. First instalment can be found here. So there I was, holding down a high powered job, crossing the globe advising multinationals at board level about their tax governance etc etc,  looking after two small boys, trying…

Hand in….

To an evening adventure….a poetry society workshop. We listened to poems about objects and then had a crack at making poems about some of the fascinating objects tha ad been brought along… I chose the glove stretchers… Madness, really The lengths we go Skin held tight tight So blood won’t flow And tools invented That…

Birds with broken wings

So, I have thought long and hard about this particular blog and whether or not I should post it but eventually I have come to the conclusion that to not post it would be tantamount to lying by omission so here goes…I am going to period of change at the moment involving divorce,  complete readjustment of…

Flip

So massive changes continue chez stitch.  I won’t  go into detail for the sake of other people and also because I am quite frankly so bore, battered and bruised by it all its unreal. But, this process is making me re-evaluate and question so many of my long held practices and behaviours, it must be…

Awareness

It’s world Parkinson’s day…welcome to my world…. There is an inevitable dichotomy between telling the truth and avoiding sympathy If I explain just how I spent My day… Just where the hours went You’d see, perhaps, the toll now taken By Parkinson’s But you’d be mistaken If you thought I had a choice. An alternative,…

Swimmingly

I’ve missed a couple of days….sorry xxx

Timing

This poem is about how things can twist and change so easily and wondering what would happen if we could ‘backdate’ an encounter Sometimes when I am sitting Drinking coffee Dreaming of you I imagine what it would be like If we could turn back the clocks To when we were not pitted and scarred…