Driven

Hello dear readers!

Today you join a tired seated person.

No, you’re right, this is not an uncommon state of affairs. In fact since last years MS diagnosis its only really through a heady combination of bloody mindedness and far too much caffeine that I function at all.

Last week’s wonderful bank holiday weekend though? Well after that I was flirting with exhaustion more than ever, and here’s the reason why.

To Do Is To Be

Hello dear readers!

Wouldn’t it be lovely not to have to work for a living?

I think it’s a dream we’ve all entertained at one point or another. Perhaps it was on a day like today when the sun is beating down and the smell of freshly mown grass is mingling with the more delicious odours of someone burning meat in their back garden.

Yes. I think we’ve all dreamed that dream. Trouble is... when you start living it.

Rose Tinted

Hello dear readers!

Life begins at forty. That’s what the infamous, unknown ‘they’ say anyway.

That makes me three going on four which, to anyone familiar with my levels of maturity, might sound about right (or maybe just a touch generous). It also means that I am approaching, or possibly overtaking, that phase of life known as middle age. I’m not a fan of the term myself as it seems to indicate a limit to ones lifespan and, let’s face it, that’s not a happy thought.

And of course these years in themselves bring their own wonderful challenges.

Common Or Garden

Hello dear readers!

Well, I’m not sure about your particular corner of the world but here in sunny West Yorkshire it’s actually… Sunny.

Yup, that wonderful ball of burning gas is shining down on us with nary a cloud in the sky to spoil the view or lower the temperature. It’s led to the hottest, brightest day of the year so far. In short, as we say in these parts, it’s proper cracking the flags.

So, with this being the U.K. and such days being in short supply it must surely be time to get out the garden furniture, whip off the T-shirt, crank up the barbie, and crack a few cold ones in the back garden, yeah?

In a word… No.

Dog & Tone

Hello dear readers!

There’s something Thomas Edison once said about perspiration and inspiration.

No, I’m not claiming any kind of genius (or even moderate intelligence), nor am I going to delve into percentages or other convoluted mathematics in the post that follows. In fact the only reason I mention the above reference is that, having lived a wholesomely quiet life this week inspiration has been a little on the lacking side.

Luckily perspiration came to the rescue; and in a way you might not expect.

Common Courtesy

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.

On The Town

Hello dear readers!

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.