the year of entitlement…

I preferred it when it was the year of the dragon or even the rat. But sadly it seems that 2017 has been the year of entitlement and unlike the Chinese New Year calendar I don’t see it likely to rotate next year. Although early indications are, that 2018 will be the year of – all rights and no responsibilities. This does not fill me with joy as I look to leave this year and move into the next. I feel that I am again drowning in my own life. Only just managing to keep my nose above water. It … Continue reading the year of entitlement…

Stacks of books…

I am a stacker. Books are stacked at my house.  Stacking means I can fit more books into the book cases. There is a back row and a front row of stacked books on my shelves. Now that I have accumulated too many books in my little house on the hill, they now stack on either side of my book cases. Did you know that 1,400 planes take off and land in Heathrow a day? The air traffic controllers stack the planes in this stacking holding pattern it allows them to land a plane every forty-five seconds. It is a … Continue reading Stacks of books…

thank you Mr Busch…

What just does not make any sense to me: is how my mind will try and regulate my feelings based on some ill-conceived logic. Sure the psychology textbooks will parrot out that it’s a coping mechanism all designed to protect my ego blah, blah, blah… Is it really that helpful to disregard feelings of loss due to some bogus self-protection concept that there is some hierarchical response to grief? I have tried largely to ignore my emotional response to the death of my best friend’s father based on the notion that he wasn’t my Dad, that I hadn’t seen him … Continue reading thank you Mr Busch…

 to my three sons…

In the lead up to this year’s mothers’ day I have been contemplative. I naturally have thought of my ideal day- you know the usual: the house to myself while I lay on the couch under a crotchet blanket enjoying my new book club book and you guys evacuate our little house on the hill.  Will it happen? Maybe, maybe, not. Most of the mothers I know say that all they want is for their children to stop fighting for one day. Ok- let us not go AJ Magnay CRAZY here, I am a realist. I would settle if the … Continue reading  to my three sons…

happy birthday Florence!!!

If you were alive today you would only be 197 years old. Florence who? Florence Nightingale of course. Today is international Nurse’s day. Where is my cake and accolades?? Flo was a woman with great vision, it was Florence who laid the foundations for nursing to become a profession she also made many social reforms that improved the conditions for women within society. So today I celebrate nurses! As indeed – all of us should. After people I know have been in hospital or a member of their family has been a patient, they will often come up to me … Continue reading happy birthday Florence!!!

flood the book warehouse…

I am not sure if anyone has missed me in this blogging space… but much has happened in the surrounds of my little house on the hill over the last 3 weeks. This is what I had planned to blog about in the weeks gone by… that I am now a standup comedian (if only performing once: made it so). That I have turned 41. And that my laptop has died beyond repair and the little musings it held within its silver casing are gone never to be found again. But instead I was not free to write because of … Continue reading flood the book warehouse…

I am funny…

I am no longer a virgin. This may have been a touch obvious – given that I have three sons and my name is not Mary. But it is official I am funny!!! I even have the certificate to prove it. What was my motivation to do a six-week comedy course? Initially it was to improve my writing. But to ‘write’ funny is a lot different to ‘talking’ funny. The process of getting your material for a routine I found was not that different from writing. It’s about observing  your world and telling it from your viewpoint. I enjoyed the … Continue reading I am funny…