Wednesday 28 December 2022

The Last Word

Hello, dear reader!

So …. In theory, the Mrs seated perspective has the last word of 2022, I rarely have the last word so this is particularly exciting.

I don't know about you, but I get increasingly fed up with people asking me whether I am ready for Christmas, and unfortunately this question seems to come around earlier every year. I’m sure I saw Christmas decorations appearing in the shop as early as October, which is just ridiculous.

Wednesday 21 December 2022

Christmas Wishes

Hello, dear reader!

Miss me?

I’m going to assume the answer to that question is firmly in the affirmative because, well, I have an easily bruised ego.

The reason for last week’s missing post, was an outbreak of the lurgy. A nasty little bug hit both myself and the perpetually perfect Mrs Rankin (Tina, in other words) like a sack of bricks. I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t nice.

But anyway, that was then, and this is now, so what say we get started, yeah.

Wednesday 7 December 2022

The Drug Test

Hello, dear reader!

It sometimes seems, every time you turn on the TV, there’s a million adverts waiting for you, advertising the latest cheap and easy way to get healthy and wealthy.

 Everything from the latest pre-packaged diet regimes to the latest gadget designed to improve circulation, drop those last few pounds, roll back the iniquities of age, get more sleep, or just having that edge we all sometimes need, the ads are endemic (pun intended).

It makes it hard to know what to believe, which is where a little research comes in handy.

Wednesday 30 November 2022

A Question Of Sport

Hello, dear reader!

Football, eh? It’s a funny old game.

Words, borrowed from a certain Jimmy Greaves. Words that have, perhaps. never seemed so apt.

There’s a world cup on, you see. A tournament featuring some of the best teams on the planet in a veritable festival of football. For those that follow the sport (And yes, that would include me) it should be a time of thrills and spills, upsets and spectacles, but this year–well this year it all feels just a little bit different.

Let me explain.

Wednesday 23 November 2022

Scars, Self-Harm And Other Tales

Hello, dear reader!

Don’t ever say I don’t make good of a promise!.

With a very busy few days behind us, and even more ahead of us - I said that I would write this amazing blog this week. It probably won’t be very funny, but I hope it’s honest, interesting and maybe even inspiring to read.

You may recall that I am the very proud ‘Mrs’ seated perspective, I am also a mum to a brand newly qualified paramedic ( Yes, I am unbelievably proud ), but I am also a sufferer of severe mental illness ( Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder ) which often manifests in self harm behaviours.

Wednesday 16 November 2022

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like November

Hello, dear reader!

There are, as the year unfolds certain events that are worthy of celebration. Day that should be marked. Festivals worthy of observing. I’m not so much talking about birthdays, because every day is somebody’s birthday, and I’m not talking about the ones which remain the sole preserve of churches, temples, or synagogues. No, I mean the big ones, the ones that even if you’re not into all that god stuff you’ll probably celebrate anyway.

Such as Christmas.

Which is in December.

Wednesday 9 November 2022

Thumbs up?

Hello, dear reader!

It was Monday morning. The week ahead was relatively clear, with only a trip to the vets with Sunny (our cat), so she could have the cone of doom removed and stop her impression of a destructive Pixar mascot.

Then we got the phone call.

I say we, mainly because short sentences are more impactful, but it was actually Tina, my eternally exceptional wife who fielded the call from Jen, her rather lovely sister. The subject of the call? Well, that was a shared concern the health and welfare of Gwen, my mother-in-law

Wednesday 2 November 2022

Pet Peeves

Hello, dear reader!

A house, I’ve heard it said, is not a home without a pet, and I think there’s a kernel of truth in that. It’s a sentiment that rings true for myself and Tina, my ever-astounding wonder-wife, in any case.

Not that I’m saying Tina is in some way my pet, you understand. No, I wouldn’t go that far. I mean, yes, she is a loyal companion, able to offer me unwavering support and seemingly endless love (of which this might be a test), but she doesn’t have a cold, wet nose (the last time I checked), and I’ve not once seen her wag her tail.

No, the pets I’m talking about are the one dog and three cats that share our happy home. And for this week’s blog, I’d like to focus, in particular, on two out of the four.

Wednesday 26 October 2022

A Long, Long Time

Hello, dear reader!

They say a week is a long time in politics. It seems two is an absolute age.

Yes, it appears I chose the wrong week to be unwell. The week I faced up to writing my weekly blog post with a deep-down, full-body weariness and a complete lack of inspiration, turned out to be the week I missed the news story of the year by twenty-four little hours.

Actually, no, scratch that. I think it was less. Although time does seem to concentrate and contract when you’re talking about Liz Truss’ high speed car crash of a premiership, doesn’t it?

The point remains, however. There would, if not for an already busy day and a lingering, possibly MS related, fatigue, have been material for a blog post and a half (although it would have meant politics twice in two weeks, rather than, um, twice in two posts)

And then they go and do it again.

Wednesday 12 October 2022

Money matters?

Hello, dear reader!

It’s time to address the elephant in the room.

I try to stay away from political matters, I really do. Apart from anything else, it tends to displease my mother when I stick my oar into those murky waters and risk an opinion or two.

At the moment, however, I don’t think it’s possible, other than sealing yourself in an underground crypt with your fingers firmly lodged in your lug’oles as you sing along to some loud and discordant music (I’m thinking something from the Death Metal genre. Either that or Christian ‘rock), to avoid the daily Downing Street Tragicomedies

So here goes.

Wednesday 5 October 2022

Blood & Bicuspids

Hello, dear reader!

There are signs, portents if you will, that the times they are a-changing.

No, sadly, not politically, but in the broader, more seasonal sense. As I type, the rain has taken what feels like a temporary break, allowing general, oppressive murkiness to rule the skies. It’s also not that warm; not ‘get the heating on’ weather by any means (I mean, who can afford that?), but certainly what I’d classify as ‘jumper weather.

And it’s not just the bland, autumnal, weather, either. Christmas Cake, Stollen, and Mince Pies have started to hit the shops to remind us that Christmas is only ten-and-a-half weeks away. And then there’s the other, more timely stuff, the bits-and-bobs that proclaims there’s actually a holiday to be observed before Christmas.

Halloween, that celebration of all things spooky, dictates that witches hats,broomsticks, fake blood, and plastic vampire teeth are also fully in stock.

Which is fitting, because those last two items are what today’s blog is about.

Wednesday 28 September 2022

Wednesday 21 September 2022

Café Culture

Hello, dear readers!

One of the wonderful things about having a new car is the sudden and undeniable urge to do some driving.

Yes, my brand new Hyundai Ioniq isn’t all that much different from my old Hyundai Ioniq, but Winnie (the name of the car in question) is still new. She still has that distinct ‘new car smell’, that sheen to her tyres. A windscreen unframed by the dust and dirt of the road. A subtle stiffness to her accelerator.

So yes, having noted all of those things, I of course must, as quickly as humanly possible, do my best to destroy them. I don’t mean by wrapping Winnie around a lamppost, you understand. I simply mean my new steed is in need of breaking in. The girl needs some miles on the clock.

So off we popped.

Wednesday 14 September 2022

Of Monarchy and Motor Cars

Hello, dear readers!

There is a saying that the only constant in life is change. If ever there was a time when this was more than evident, it’s this month.

Yes, not only have we witnessed a sort of regime change at the top of the political tree (and for my feelings on that subject, read here), but the day after I posted that particular offering the country, nay, the world was shook by another seismic shift.

The Queen is dead. Long live The King.

Wednesday 7 September 2022

The More Things Change

Hello, dear readers!

And welcome to the sunlit uplands of a bright, brave new world.

It’s true. Even now, as I look out the living room window, the sun is streaming through the blinds and the temperature hovering just south of uncomfortable. It’s the kind of day where all seems right with the world. The kind of day to forget about tomorrow’s worries and focus on the pleasures of the moment (steady!).

Which is good, because thinking about tomorrow should probably carry some kind of health warning.

Luckily, the endless days of this late summer seem destined to continue for some time yet, because a saviour has emerged to banish the dark clouds and the rain we actually could do with a bit of. Winter might be coming, but Liz is going to sort it all out.

Wednesday 31 August 2022

Running Repairs

Hello, dear readers!

This one took far too much thought.

Yeah, I know. A surfeit of thought is not something I’m regularly accused of, and quite rightly so. This particular blog entry, however was one that had me searching high and low (mainly low) for inspiration.

It’s not like the last week has been all that eventful, you see. Nothing much has happened. Yes, there was a rather nice coffee out with the folks, but that’s about the crux of it. Apart from that, it’s been all quiet on the Western Front (possibly the Eastern, Northern, and Southern Fronts, too.

So, let’s discuss something that’s going to be happening.

Wednesday 24 August 2022

A long Walk

Hello, dear readers!

Did you ever have one of those days?

You know the ones. They seem to start okay but, bit by bit, that sheen starts to wear off as small niggles raise their heads. It’s the kind of thing that, if you’re nor careful, can snowball, as mood and inconveniences start to reinforce each other. The kind of thing that can ruin a day.

So let’s nip it in the bud, shall we? Positive thoughts. Positive actions. Om, and all that kind of stuff.

As for the pebble that’s threatening to launch this potential avalanche, well that’s the small (and I do mean small) matter of the charger for my fit watch going missing.

Wednesday 17 August 2022

Rim Shot

Hello, dear readers!

Did you miss me?

If you say no, I won’t be offended in the slightest, because, in my absence, greatness was achieved.

In case you didn’t catch it, my ever-amazing wife, Tina took over writing duties on last week’s blog post. She took the opportunity to talk about her experiences with mental health, and did so with an honesty, clarity and courage I find incredible. I’ll post a link back to it here.

However, as much as I’m sure you would love to hear more from Tina, for now, at least it’s going to be a return to the old routine. Yes, I’m afraid this week you’re stuck with yours truly, as I ramble on about life and stuff and things in an attempt to entertain and to enthral (Yeah, I didn’t think it was working, either).

So let’s talk about wheelchairs, shall we?

Wednesday 10 August 2022

Through The Rain

Hello, dear readers!

And now for something completely different.

No, not Monty Python.

You may notice a change in the blog this week, however, because today (my birthday), I’m taking the day off and handing the reins over to Tina, the wonderful woman who I am lucky enough to share my life with.

And it’s not just the birthday thing. Tina has wanted to find the right time and the right space to share a few things for a while now. So, without further ado, here she is.Every thing from here on here is Tina. Her story, her words.

Wednesday 3 August 2022

Cap And Gown

Hello, dear readers!

Been a while, hasn’t it.

Yes, once again, my somewhat spotty record when it comes to consistency and scheduling has reared its ugly head. And it’s not as if last week’s sadly (sadly?) missing post wasn’t something that was always going to happen (since March of this year at the very, very latest, anyway).

No, the failing was mine. Perhaps I should have written ahead (although that might have impacted on the currentness of the affairs discussed). Maybe I should have taken my laptop to London and done a spot of writing on the go. At the very least I should have added a few lines to my previous offering detailing the upcoming omission.

Oh, and, just in case you hadn’t worked it out, last week’s post was a no-show because I spent the majority of said week in London.

Thursday 21 July 2022

It Never Rains

Hello, dear readers!

Hot enough for you?

To be fair, that opening line would have been much better placed on the blog post that was scheduled for yesterday.

Since then, it seems to have cooled significantly, until a point has been reached (in this house, anyway) where I can at least consider wearing more than just my chundies while I write. (please note, this does not guarantee I’m not sat in said underwear, and as for the mental imagery, you’re welcome).

It’s just a shame it didn’t cool to this degree whilst I spent all day in my car.

Wednesday 13 July 2022

In With The Old

Hello, dear readers!

And welcome to what may, hopefully, be the end.

Not that I’m glum about it. In fact, if truth be told, I’m more than happy about the coming apocalypse; partly as it has nothing to do with me and partly because it has a lot to do with one Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, our alleged Prime Minister.

So, shall we?

Wednesday 6 July 2022

Trap One

Hello, dear readers!

Who would have ever thought that having a new roof put on the house would have provided subject matter enough to fuel not one, not two, but four separate blog posts.

Not me.

And yet, here we are, three-and-a-bit weeks later, still feeling the repercussions of taking those steps to make our little house wind-and-waterproof. Not because of the work itself, or even the skip and scaffolding that hung around for far too long. No, in fact it’s not the roof itself that’s the issue at all.

It’s the cat.

Wednesday 29 June 2022

Out The Bag

Hello, dear readers!

And welcome to the madhouse.

Yes, the recent work we’ve had done to our lovely little home may be complete, but that doesn’t mean the adventure is over. No, not by a long chalk.

The skip which has taken up the space usually reserved for my car was taken away on Monday, after I made a call to the roofer who ordered it. The scaffolding which has enveloped our house like some industrial exo-skeleton is only an hour gone, however. And that has had some… repercussions.

In order to set the scene, and possibly make what comes next just a little obvious, it’s probably important you know we (that’s myself and my long-suffering wife, Tina) have cats.

Wednesday 22 June 2022

And Dusted

Hello, dear readers!

Everything comes to an end.

Sometimes this is a sad thing. The end of an era. The passing of a generation. The full stop at the end of the sentence. Fini. Done. The End.

Then again, there are some things in which the end comes not too soon, but bang on time, and this last week has brought just such an ending.

Wednesday 15 June 2022

Up On The Roof

Hello, dear readers!

There’s only a matter of days left, a mere collection of hours, which I just know will fly by, leaving me exposed and vulnerable like I’ve never been before.

This is the weekend we stand as witness to major changes in both my life and that of my wife, Tina.

This weekend the surgery starts.

This weekend the roof comes off our house.

Wednesday 8 June 2022

The Plan

Hello, dear readers!

There are plans afoot.

Well, maybe not afoot. A-wheel maybe?

Regardless of which expression fits best, there are plans, and they are underway. Forward momentum has been achieved. Not a lot of it, you understand, but some. It’s really quite exciting.

As to the nature of those plans, well that has a lot to do with a trip away and big days of celebration… on two fronts.

Wednesday 1 June 2022

The Jubilee Line

Hello, dear readers!

I think it’s fair to say we all love a party, right?

Well, maybe not all of us. I mean, I’m sure there are some of us who find the idea of crowds, and noise, and fuss, and everything else that goes with such super-sociable events a little too much. On the main though, on balance, I think, as long as there’s a kitchen to slink off to, most people can at least put on a plastic smile and bear up under the strain of a party every now and then. I know I can.

Saying that, it does depend, just a little, on the reason the party is being thrown.

For those who have yet to see through my thinly veiled allusion, the party I’m focussed on at the moment is the platinum jubilee of our very own Queen Elizabeth II which is being celebrated over the next four days.

Wednesday 25 May 2022

Here And There

Hello, dear readers!

Now this one might get a little ranty.

It wasn’t meant to, truly it wasn’t. I had a nice wholesome blog lined up, all about the football team I support pulling off a last game miracle to stay in The Premier League, just how drunk I got as a result, and all the hi-jinks somewhat-more-sober me can remember getting up to.

Event’s, however, have overtaken me, and, well, yes, it might well get a little ranty from here on in.

Those of you with the dubious pleasure of following these random musings will know I try to keep things light, on the whole. I try for a degree of levity, perhaps even a pinch of irreverence. I might not always hit the bullseye but, hey, the efforts there.

Today , such an attempt would seem a little empty, given the news from both sides of the channels, so sorry Tina (That’s the ever-awesome wife, if you didn’t know), this one will definitely not be funny.

Wednesday 18 May 2022


Hello, dear readers!

Jolly nice weather for it, isn't it?

As I type, admittedly from the cosy sanctuary of my front room, the sun is smiling down on the world (or at least this humble slice of it) while a gentle breeze moves through the branches of the trees, lending the day a subtle and much appreciated freshness which can only be of benefit to the washing on the line.

It’s an idyllic scene, one that lifts the heart, and turns my mind to the opportunities to get out and about that such clement weather presents.

But, of course, it’s never quite that simple.

Wednesday 11 May 2022

Same Old

Hello, dear readers!

These are strange times we live in.

I think that might just go down as an understatement. Over the last two years life has changed for so many of us, in so many ways that it became almost unrecognisable.

Normality, that ever-changing concept, mutated so quickly and so completely that it seemed nothing would ever be quite the same again.

And then, of course, it goes and changes all over again.

Wednesday 4 May 2022

Poll Position

Hello, dear readers!

This one is going to get political.

Yeah, I know. I’m guessing that statement alone was enough to get some of you to do the blog equivalent of changing the channel, turning off the telly, plug your ears and leave the house, locking the door behind you.

And I can understand, truly I can, but this? Well, this is important, for the local elections are upon us.

Wednesday 27 April 2022

Energy Expenditure

Hello, dear readers!

Spring is well and truly in the air, isn’t it?

I think the clocks going forward is a big part of that. The lighter evenings slotting nicely into place even as days get longer and the nights ever shorter. Add in the fact I’ve graduated from jumper to T-shirt in the last week or two, and even gone out in such an outfit on the sunnier days (of which there’ve been a few), and yes, it all adds up to the turning of the seasons guiding us to a warmer, brighter future.

And it’s about time, ‘cos winter was getting expensive.

Yep, you guessed it, this week’s blog post is all about energy and what it costs.

Wednesday 20 April 2022

Hands Down

Hello, dear readers!

This may be a short one.

I say ‘may’, because it’s equally likely to turn into another of those ‘stream of consciousness’ type posts (what? You think I plan these out?).

I will, however, at least try to exercise a little moderation, and the reason for this uncharacteristic attempt at brevity? Well, read on.

Wednesday 13 April 2022

Away Day Saga

Hello, dear readers!

And many apologies for the missing blog post of last week,

The reason for that aberration is going to form the crux of this week’s offering and will, in effect, make up last weeks post, but posted this week (I think that makes sense).

So let’s get into it, yeah?

Thursday 31 March 2022

High Steaks

Hello, dear readers!

It’s a bit like buses. You wait ages for one to arrive, checking your watch or phone every five minutes, perhaps giving vent to a frustrated ‘tut’ every now and then of shaking your head in a resigned fashion.

And then two turn up at once.

Not that this post has anything to do with buses, you understand. No, this week I want to focus on a completely different subject, the same subject I focussed on last week.

Wednesday 23 March 2022

Eat Out To Meet Out

Hello, dear readers!

Right, no politics this week, I promise.

Instead, I’d like to transport you back to a happier, more carefree time. I’m talking about those halcyon days of endless sun and carefree fun. Days of yore, in which things like eating out and socialising could be undertaken without a full cost/benefit analysis.

I’m talking about last Sunday.

Thursday 17 March 2022

A Place To Stay

Hello, dear readers!

As you may or may not know, I like to keep things light here on The Seated Perspective Blog. I like to keep it bright, breezy, and, for the most part, stay out of the thornier issues which plague this word of ours.

Sometimes, however, that goal is unreachable. Sometimes there are issues I feel unable to turn away from and, let’s face it, the war raging in Ukraine right now is just such an issue.

Wednesday 9 March 2022

For Sight

Hello, dear readers!

And how are we?

No, I mean it. How are we? How are you? Are you doing alright in this war-torn, ever more expensive world we find ourselves in? There’s a comment section somewhere below this blog, so feel free to tell me, even if it’s just to vent.

And me? Well, it’s nice of you to ask. I’m pretty good, thanks. Life continues to be, uh, interesting at times, but I’m fed, I’m warm, and I’m safe, so all in all, I’d call it a win. Yeah, I’d say I’m doing pretty well, really.

Apart from my eyes, that is.

Wednesday 2 March 2022

The Elephant

Hello, dear readers!

I don’t want to write this week’s post.

It’s nothing to do with illness this time (see here for details on that), nor is it due to any lack of inspiration, or want for things to write about. No, this week there is a definite subject almost demanding to be written about; something which affects not just your erstwhile blogger but countless people all over the world.

I am, of course, talking about the distasteful elephant in the room. I’m talking about the Russian/Ukrainian war.

Wednesday 23 February 2022

Mr. Positive

Hello, dear readers!

And thank you for your patience.

Last week’s blog was… well, let’s face it, missing. A few lines detailing why that was the case managed to find their way to virtual paper, but that was it. Fini. The end. Done.

Today, I’d like to go into a bit more detail as to why that was.

Now, to set expectations, this may not be a full size entry into this ongoing anthology of random thoughts and petty events. It’s also highly likely that it may lack some va-va-voom. I’m fully expecting a verdict of ‘It’s good, but it’s not funny’ from my erstwhile Mrs, Tina, and the reason for this goes back to the reason for last week’s omission.


Wednesday 16 February 2022

An apology

 Hello dear readers...

Today's post will be shorter than usual.

It would appear that your friendly-neighbourhood seated person (I.E, Me) has contracted coronavirus for what might be the second time in a couple of months,

I say might, because, at the moment, I feel considerably worse than the week between Xmas and New Year (the date of the last positive test).

I am, of course, jabbed and boosted so hopefully those lovely little antibodies will soon be springing into action to aid my fractured immune system, but until then I'm struggling to do much of anything at all. I'll be amazed if this post is typo free and makes any kind of sense.

So, that's it, a few unadorned lines to say sorry, but this is as much as I can face. Hopefully, next week will see a return to  normality.

Until next time...

Wednesday 9 February 2022

Past And Present

Hello, dear readers!

And welcome to a rejuvenated and reinvigorated blogger.

Yup, the B12 injection I mentioned in last week’s offering (which you can read here) is safely flowing through my old veins, melting away at least some of the tiredness I mentioned, leaving me with an oddly motivated mindset; which is unusual to say the least.

And it’s all happened with such perfect timing, too.

Wednesday 2 February 2022

Iron Out

Hello, dear readers!

I had a plan, I really did. With my aching back no longer aching, and my bread-free month coming to a successful conclusion (with a celebratory pizza, no less), I planned to make this post a positive affair, a forward-looking post full of joy and optimism for a healthier, hardier me.

Sadly, this was not to be.

No, as is so often the way with these things, events have overtaken me, and, as a result, this week’s offering will have to concentrate on said events and the unhelpful, cumulative effect they seem to have had on yours truly.

Because I’m tired.

Wednesday 26 January 2022

Back Off

Hello, dear readers!

Well, it was bound to end sometime.

Yes, after a healthier start to the year, driven by eating more fruit and veg and cutting the bread out completely, which has led to a brighter, livelier me, and the possible loss of a few pounds from the old waistline, things have taken a turn for the worse.

Not that I’ve stopped the eating regime, you understand. I’ve not given in to the urge to sneak the odd bagel or hit the takeaway too many times. No, the reason for the decline in my health has nothing to do with the diet, nothing to do with the gut.

It’s to do with my back.

Wednesday 19 January 2022


Hello, dear readers!

And welcome to a healthier, brighter, blogger.

Yup, the health kick I mentioned in my last offering is going well, and paying dividends. More veg, no bread, and less reliance on tinned and pre-packaged meals, has meant I feel lighter, brighter, and, on the (very) odd occasion, strangely motivated. It makes for a pleasant change.

The question then becomes what to do with all this newfound energy. Do I expend it on long trundles in the cold winter mornings? Pick up a new hobby? Re-join the gym?

Yeah, you’re right, that last one was a joke.

As it happens, it’s a bit of a moot point at the mo, because the start of this week has been busy enough.

I mean, it started okay, but I soon fixed that.

Wednesday 12 January 2022

The Bread Line

Hello, dear readers!


It’s that feeling that some unlikely combination of events has taken place which conspire, in near perfect harmony, to bring about some unexpected and oft welcome outcome.

A bit like the so called Partygate scandal rocking 10 Downing Street which could (hopefully) cause an upheaval in the political sphere of seismic proportions, and bring down, if not a Prime Minister, then a whole political party, occurring on and around the day I put aside to write this blog.

So, yeah, I’m not writing about that.

Wednesday 5 January 2022

Sick Leave

Hello, dear readers!

And may you have the happiest of new years!

The observant amongst you may have noticed that last week’s post was conspicuous by its absence, and there was a reason for that, one which means this particular entry will be slightly shorter, and slightly less dazzling in its self-effacing prose.


But what, you may ask, could have caused this state of affairs? Was Xmas a little too merry? Was New Year a tad too happy?

Well, in a word, no. In fact, the reason for the missing post is less about overdoing things and more to do with an unexpected Xmas present that didn’t even come with a receipt.