The Last Word

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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.

Christmas Wishes

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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.

The Drug Test

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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.

A Question Of Sport

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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.

Scars, Self-Harm And Other Tales

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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.

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like November

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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.

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