I’m not sure if or when this post will make it onto the website. I’ve not got a lot to say and what I do have is pretty vague and personal. But I feel compelled to write, so I’m just … read more
It’s just after six in the morning. For the last few days I’ve woken super-early every day. Today though, rather than making myself go back to sleep, I’ve embraced the early start.
The light is incredible, bright sunshine’s already bouncing … read more
A couple of days ago I was waiting to pick up some medication in a busy hospital pharmacy. There was a boy aged about nine also waiting. I pulled up in my wheelchair and waited nearby.
The boy couldn’t take … read more
I have an unusual and fluctuating relationship with the lamp-post I can see from my bedroom window.
I scold, nag and insult it on most nights.
But I also invite it into my bed when it’s cold.
I deride all … read more
If you’re in the UK it’s unlikely to have escaped your attention that there’s a wedding happening today – the marriage of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle.
I’d been expecting this post to be about wedding-related tics and I … read more
I’ve written a fair bit recently about my wee troubles. I’ve been going to the toilet all the time. It’s frustrating enough during the day, but at night it’s horrible and adds a whole extra dimension to my sleeplessness.… read more
It’s Sunday, I’m lying in bed, and I woke with the first light creeping in around the edges of my bedroom blind. A moment ago I pulled it up to let the light fill the room. Then I sank back … read more
The country’s in the middle of a big chill, thanks to the Beast From The East. This means icy pavements and roads. But these aren’t the only slippy surfaces I’m dealing with at the moment.
My Occupational Therapist’s given … read more
In one week’s time our production of Samuel Beckett’s ‘Not I’ opens at Battersea Arts Centre in London. We’ve been in rehearsals this week and it’s been great getting back into the play. I’ve particularly enjoyed rehearsing with Charmaine, our … read more
When I was little my Gran would often talk about the ‘dawn chorus’, that moment in the early morning when the sun starts to rise and the birds begin to stir and start singing. She left me with the strong … read more