University Challenged

Hello dear readers!

You know, for an atheist, I do find myself in church an awful lot.

Of course, a lot of this has to do with being married to a card-carrying, uniform-wearing, soldier in the Salvation Army. It means that despite my best intentions to avoid the Sunday morning services and their associated platitudes and gratitudes, every now and then I am called upon to fulfill my husbandly duties, swallow my skepticism and lend some emotional support to Tina, my wife at the Worship Hall.

Today was one of those times, and the reason the emotional support was needed? Well, that had rather a lot to do with a certain eighteen-year-old.

Sick & Tired

Hello dear readers!

You join today, a broken man.

I am tired. I am achey (and, as mentioned, possibly a little bit breaky... And that's not just my heart either). In fact, today, I am a mere shell of a man, stumbling through what remains the day until the time I can legitimately go to bed without feeling like a seven year old.

And the reason for this? Well, it’s all down to medication.

A Life In The Year

Hello dear readers!

It’s been a busy old week.

I’ve gotten upset at buses, drunk entirely too much gin, driven to Chester and back, sampled afternoon tea, and had a lovely dose of a drug that leaves me feeling like one of those cartoon characters that’s just been run over by four cars, a steamroller, and a marching band.

Yup, it’s been busy, and it’s been particularly wearing, and at this time of year especially, that is something to reflect on.