Writing to me, is simply thinking through your fingers ~ Isaac Isamov
I have started running. And blogging too again, apparently. I have never had myself down as being a runner. Too many bits of me seem to move independently and require strapping down. Then there is my unladylike gait. And the thought of me in leggings…the thought of other people having to see me in leggings…it just…
I must share with you something amazing! There is a place about a mile from where I live, and in exchange for your details you get a little plastic card, and with that card they let you walk out of the building with up to 24 books/talking CDs/DVDs for period of three weeks (or more)….
‘Grenade’ as performed by ‘The Trio’ on American Idol. I have become ever so slightly mesmorised by their ability to sing, wiggle alluringly, and maintain such a high level of stability in killer heels…
There is an unerring design – perhaps design fault – of my character that rejects reality on the basis that the worlds I can create in my head sometimes prove the most attractive places to be. I did this a lot when I was younger. I used to have stacks and stacks of ‘Horse and…
I woke up this morning quite uncomfortable and a little disgruntled that my body was misbehaving and stomach cramps seemed to have taken me over. It’s not often that my insides are disobedient so I always try to show some sympathy and pander to their every need as I am rendered largely useless without their proper functioning. At 6:07 this…
I have been ‘HD ready’ for a while. For about a year and a half in fact. It was only until a couple of weeks ago however when I finally managed to book an appointment for an eye test that all became clear. “Please read the letters on the board for me, right down to…
Have you ever had a dream so real that you can pick flowers and smell them, read a letter and recognise the hand writing or even have conversations so vivid that you wake up to the hear the last words resounding in your ears? I did…. and I do. Regularly. I have always been the…