‘To Thine Own Self Be True’

So, the day we go to the polls to decide whether the UK stays or leaves the EU. And tomorrow is another day, because the more things change, the more they stay the same. Or do they? This is a deeply personal post and one that has been a long time coming perhaps. It is also one of deep gratitude. A photo of the Puppy unimpressed by a 1971 book about going into the EU seemed as good as any to represent this referendum! Three years ago I would have thought that tonight I'd be at the centre of the action, yet instead I will be fast asleep while the results are coming in. So what changed? I am grateful that I have been blessed (yes blessed) with losing so much and starting my life anew away from politics because it has given me the clarity and the tools to work out why politics has ...

‘We do not see things as they are. We see them as we are’

This Anaïs Nin quote is overused in the blogosphere, but is nevertheless one I favour. And for this post entirely appropriate. There are many topics I wish to discuss. France and President Hollande's unusual tax ideas. The real reason as it seems to me why the digital age advanced so quickly. Why the Kosovo - Serbia agreement is so precarious. A little musing on why Marcel Aymé back in the 1940s was so prescient on the economic mayhem we have now. Also probably a little something on why David Cameron has quite clearly lost the plot altogether regarding the EU. All these things can wait. Because what is P-for Prussia really in fact all about? What is the purpose? Coming out the other side of bereavement. I see dead people. No, don't worry, not like the little boy in 'The Sixth Sense'. I haven't completely lost my mind or discovered psychic abilities. I mean doppelgängers of people I've lost. Vivid , ...

‘The Seven Year Itch’

No, not that kind of seven year itch. Sexless and/or loveless marriages are not high on my list of things to discuss right now. This seven year itch is my reference to the bored feeling I am currently experiencing. Nothing worse than being bored is there? As my parents used to say though, bored people are boring. So thats's nice, I'm boring as well! But really, nothing in the world is as boring as bereavement. Believe me. So, what exactly am I bored of? Missing people. Not crying over them. Not reflecting. Just bored of not being able to chat and laugh with the people who knew me best and let me be me. Bored at not being able to phone or text them, bored that they aren't at home waiting for me, bored of having no one to go to places with and even bored of not being able to just to bounce ideas off ...

‘Time to get personal’

By Friday, December 21, 2012 2 Permalink

Sharing personal secrets or memories is not something I generally tend to do but the last few weeks have forced me to reminisce about my lost loved ones more than usual. (Ten times a day maybe rather than the normal two to three then)! This has been caused by a number of factors. My mother's birthday came and went, the third one I have spent without her. It passed without much stress on my part. The first one in 2010 which came four months after she died was obviously painful but I went out for dinner with one of my few girlfriends to 'celebrate' as it had been a tradition until then to always take Mama out for a splendid lunch/tea/dinner to somewhere we had never tried. I missed that and still do. Even in foodie obsessed Britain,I am not sure anyone I know has the same obsession with restaurants as the ...