Monkey the cat seems to be well and truly settled in. When he first arrived he was wary of my wheelchair. This is quite sensible really, and in stark contrast to my experience with dogs who often seem completely unaware … read more
I’ve lived alone at the castle since Poppy moved out back in 2013. That isn’t to say I’ve been completely on my own because a different support worker stays with me each night – I used to say this … read more
My niece Bean is two-and-a-half and she loves building structures with blocks – she calls them ‘structions’. The blocks we play with are the same ones that Fat Sister and I had as kids.
I have poor dexterity in my … read more
Disclaimer: I’m not writing this post alone. There’s a heavy weight lurking on my chest, vibrating relentlessly, and occasionally batting my face for asnmyu,uuuuu attention. My vibrating companion also keeps stepping on the keyboard…
Introducing Monkey the cat. Monkey is … read more
Eight years ago I moved into the castle after my declining mobility made life in my previous lair impossible. I hadn’t wanted to move to start with, but with the support of my friends and family I soon settled into … read more