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The pace of life was due to increase today. Well, the body disagreed as did the universe. In the UK, a term used for a fart by children is a ‘trump’. So we (the world) had a fart inaugurated as President in the USA and the day in Ugly Derbyshire was also like a stinking […]

I think Dear Dairy will be short today. Dear Diary, I felt sh**t today. Perhaps this is a little too short. I fear the fibromyalgia and the drugs for the sciatica were the main causes. It makes me feel pretty fed up never mind feeling sick with fatigue. I will be honest with you, although

Today seemed to go by in a flash.Whoosh…..just like that it was done. But as I reflect, I am not sure why it all disappeared so quickly into the mist (not that it was misty, just cold). Here we go then: I did a bit of writing. I pivoted to domestic chores. I can assure

Dear Diary… I didn’t ‘do’ much today. Writing this makes me twitch a little. Most of us measure ourselves on how much we ‘do’ everyday. Today’s photo shows my alter ego ‘The PA’ having a cup of tea (inside Mikey the Mug – the little lid keeps the liquid warmer for longer). She is sat

I didn’t go out until later in the day. That meant a lot of time in front of books or computers. Not terribly exciting in terms of a diary. It did mean quite a bit of introspection and a fair amount of cut and paste (editing). I suppose the introspection may be quite interesting. So

I managed to wiggle a mention on national radio. I asked Ryan Tubridy (Virgin Radio) for a book suggestion. I need a book to make me laugh for my book club but I want it in the crime genre. Luckily, he came up with the author Bella Mackie and I have both of his suggestions

I made a definite decision today. It feels so good. I can’t make it public just yet but I am clear in my head, and more importantly, my heart, it is what I want to do. All I will say is: Although I have many challenges (suddenly feeling exhausted, pain etc), I feel excited about

Today was hard. The pain was overwhelming. By lunch time I felt sick with tiredness. I still made myself go swimming, I did what I set out to do – sort of. My left knee threw sharp pains into my workout so I had to keep stopping. I am sure it is osteoarthritis combined with

As we transform from sharp cold to grey misery, I have hope of returning to the outdoor pool. The ‘Grumpy Swimmer’ will transform, like a swan, into an ‘Angelic Aquanaught’. I am not in touch with too many people from my school days despite me still living in the dwelling I grew up in. However,

No, it isn’t mine. It would have been my Granddad Coxhead’s 117th birthday. He was known as ‘One Armed Bob’ in the village. Yeah, you got it, he had one arm – his left for the record. He lost his right arm in a pit accident around 1928. He didn’t smile often but when he