In thirty minutes Lily will arrive to do my night support and as soon as she gets here we’re going to head straight out for a swim. But by the time she gets here I want to be out of … read more
I’m quite surprised to find myself at the last day of 2017. There are a million clichés about time passing quickly, and I’m loath to mention any of them, but this year really does feel as if it’s gone by … read more
This is hard. Really fucking hard.
It’s 4.18am and I’m awake again.
I’m sore and tired and lonely. I feel sick and fed up.
For months and months, pain and nausea have been eroding my sleep, which was already … read more
I remember the first time I ever used Twitter – it’s etched in my memory. It was almost eight years ago on a sunny weekend in July. I didn’t use it to share information – I used it to find … read more
When Teresa May called a snap general election just seven weeks ago I felt a flash of hope, followed by an overwhelming feeling of apprehension.
I desperately want to be part of a society that’s more socially just, where there … read more
I’m incredibly fortunate to own my home. I know that for many people the current crisis in housing makes this impossible, and is likely to do so for future generations. I watch people I care about being held hostage to … read more
Warning: I’ve never provided a warning for this blog before, but today’s post contains explicit language and a description of an experience that some people might find distressing.
The bus pulled up. I saw a buggy in the wheelchair space… read more
Just over three years ago I wrote a post I should never have had to write. I knew as I typed each searingly sad word about the death of my fourteen-year-old friend Amy that it wasn’t right. Two days ago … read more
I wrote yesterday about having had a bad day and feeling sad. It was a spectacularly miserable day, but some of what I was feeling wasn’t completely new. For example, over the last few weeks or even months there have … read more
On my way home tonight I noticed something I hadn’t paid much attention to before: lamp-posts.
Obviously that doesn’t mean the lamp-post, the one I can see from my bedroom window, because I pay that one a lot of … read more