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Blog 88 – 6.8.17. On the train
I remember thinking this before…maybe it was when someone else died…I could see myself on a train…and on this train I’m chugging along and I’m looking out the window and people get on and I am with them and after … Continue reading
Blog 87 – 26.7.17. What’s the point?
4.30 am. Wake up. Cry. Brush teeth. Cry. Breakfast. Cry. I don’t want to wake up in a world without my beloved in it. The beloved that is only a cat. Shower. Cry. A lead ball where my heart should … Continue reading
Blog 86 – 20.7.17. Living like Troy…
There are times in everyone’s life when something happens that marks a boundary…when things will never be as they were; when things are going to be different.
Blog 85 – 15.7.17. The privilege of…cleaning litter trays?
This morning, this arrived in my inbox:
Blog 83 – 8.7.17. Where’s my breakfast?
Cat Troy has not been up the 13 or so steps to the first floor of our house since about April – it’s a painfully slow, one-step-at-a- time process, for a cat who used to race up and down the … Continue reading
Blog 82 – 5.7.17… Brave boy Troy…
The indignities of old age. Your bowels and bladder have a mind of their own, everything aches, you are unsteady on your feet and you can’t hear any more. I’m guessing this is what our cat, Troy was thinking when … Continue reading
Blog 81 – 21.6.17. All will be well…
It’s quite rare to get a really decent summer in the UK…Wimbledon (starting week after next) is invariably marked by torrential rain…that’s how you know it’s July.
Blog 80 – 17.6.17. Out of the ashes….
I know the smell of fire…a small but damaging one broke out at home when I was young. Now I’m imagining my lovely house as a charred, blackened, unrecognisable space…and several members of my family missing. How would that hole … Continue reading
Blog 79 – 7.6.17. London 2017 – just how bad can things get?
A recent pre-election chat with my 23 year old journalist niece, H, made me realise that some young people are pretty angry and think that things can barely get any worse…we are in a dark place she said. The terror … Continue reading
