Monthly Archives: September 2012
Thirty days hath September,
Thirty days hath September, April, June and November; February has twenty eight alone All the rest have thirty-one Except in Leap Year, that’s the time When February’s Days are twenty-nine. Since my Last blog, I have met together with a … Continue reading
All the world’s a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.
All the world’s a stage and most of us are desperately rehearsed. Sean O’Casey. As Autumn fast approaches, as does the blustery winds of life, the swirling colours of change amongst my confusion and the fall of resignation. My adult, … Continue reading
Ms Lay awake worrying.
Dear Mr Jobcentre. Yes, my `circumstances have changed,` yes my Son is all grown up and out of education, and it`s fair enough that you cross question and send us endless forms. Please however look closer at your paperwork. No … Continue reading
Paralympics, proud to be disabled!
As I type this I have the Paralympics on in the background for the third day; My Mother is fed up of me putting it on when I go to hers each time I pop round. Oscar Pistorius has just walked … Continue reading
The not so simple (love) life of a disabled Mum. 