Hello dear readers!
And welcome to the first blog entry in three weeks!
Yup, thanks to a horrible infection that I managed to pick up, and which did not play particularly well with my MS, it has indeed been three whole weeks since we (unknown number, possibly three) met.
So you might very well be not even considering asking, what’s been going on?
To tell the truth, not a lot.
Sunday, 22 April 2018
Sunday, 1 April 2018
On The Town
Hello dear readers!
And welcome to a, well, slightly more than late Seated Perspective.
And welcome to a, well, slightly more than late Seated Perspective.
Yup, in a spectacular display of tardiness, this blog is being written not on the customary Sunday but a full week later. There are reasons for this. Good reasons. Reasons that are multi faceted, layered, and subtly nuanced. The fact that one of them is that last Sunday I had a hangover… Well that’s neither here nor there.
The reason for that hangover, however, now that might be worth a blog post.
The reason for that hangover, however, now that might be worth a blog post.
Sunday, 18 March 2018
Wife And Death
Hello dear readers!
You know, sometimes it’s very easy to get bogged down in the minutiae of ones own humdrum little existence.
It can be incredibly tempting to believe that our own problems are the be all and the end all. To look inward, at the contents of our own little bubbles, and imagine that that bubble encompasses all of the world.
This week provided a stark reminder that it really, really, isn’t so.
It can be incredibly tempting to believe that our own problems are the be all and the end all. To look inward, at the contents of our own little bubbles, and imagine that that bubble encompasses all of the world.
This week provided a stark reminder that it really, really, isn’t so.
Sunday, 11 March 2018
The Snow Job
Hello dear readers!
Serendipity. It’s a lovely word, isn't it? One that trips off the tongue in an easy and, for me at least, a strangely satisfying manner.
It of course means that happy accident, that occasion of something turning up at just the right time. This week has presented just such a happy accident to your friendly neighbourhood blogger, and it came in perhaps the most unwelcome of guises
Namely… Snow.
Serendipity. It’s a lovely word, isn't it? One that trips off the tongue in an easy and, for me at least, a strangely satisfying manner.
It of course means that happy accident, that occasion of something turning up at just the right time. This week has presented just such a happy accident to your friendly neighbourhood blogger, and it came in perhaps the most unwelcome of guises
Namely… Snow.
Sunday, 4 March 2018
Hot And Cold
Hello dear readers!
Oops, I did it again.
Oops, I did it again.
No, I did not play with your heart, or indeed get lost in any games (I had to google the lyrics, honest). What I did do however is miss another instalment of this increasingly less than weekly blog. Sorry.
The reason for this egregious oversight? Well it had a little to do with fatigue, a little to do with frustration, and a lot to do with a fridge.
The reason for this egregious oversight? Well it had a little to do with fatigue, a little to do with frustration, and a lot to do with a fridge.
Sunday, 18 February 2018
All Downhill
Hello dear readers!
Today you join a tired wreck of a blogger.
This is not just the ‘normal’ Multiple Sclerosis related haunting weariness that I am quickly getting far too used to. No, this is more of a physical tiredness, a tiredness of muscle and sinew, and it all stems back to yesterday, and one sentence, uttered by Tina, my very own lovely lady wife.
“Shall we go for a walk?”
Today you join a tired wreck of a blogger.
This is not just the ‘normal’ Multiple Sclerosis related haunting weariness that I am quickly getting far too used to. No, this is more of a physical tiredness, a tiredness of muscle and sinew, and it all stems back to yesterday, and one sentence, uttered by Tina, my very own lovely lady wife.
“Shall we go for a walk?”
Sunday, 11 February 2018
Love And Flowers
Hello dear readers!
Love is the greatest thing, the oldest yet the latest thing.
Or so the song says anyway. In this time of ideologically driven austerity coupled with my own less than perfect health and subsequent joblessness, it’s also something else. Something that, personally at least, seems more profound than any song lyrics.
It’s bloody expensive.
Love is the greatest thing, the oldest yet the latest thing.
Or so the song says anyway. In this time of ideologically driven austerity coupled with my own less than perfect health and subsequent joblessness, it’s also something else. Something that, personally at least, seems more profound than any song lyrics.
It’s bloody expensive.
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