Is it little victories?

Hi, How’s things with you? Over here in Chez Jones, it’s been somewhat up and down. Not just with yours truly, but seemingly all of us. Perhaps I shouldn’t be dosing the tea with medical grade hallucinogens? 🤔 The Ever Lovely Mrs J had a bit of a dip given her health issues got on top of her. Wee Man, bless him, has restarted his medication and seems to be picking up after a rough start to university. Finally, Child 2.0 didn’t go to school today and they were in tears this morning, bless them. We think that maybe down to too much on at school. But sometimes, I think the best thing you can do is stop. Walk away […]

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The strange lens

Hi, As I was getting ready the other night, I had one of those moments of why am I doing this? That sightly off-centre thought that makes you question what’s going on. It’s all the…. malarkey and faffing about. A close shave, packing a bag, strapping in to shapewear, painting my face various colours, and then putting on fake hair. It’s all a bit…. confusing at times. But, so to perhaps is yelling at eleven folk pushing a ball around the grass, getting involved in a fabricated drama about people who do not exist, or tapping madly on a plastic controller to move some coloured lights on a screen. Well, look who’s had their vitamin cynicism today 😉 Perhaps the […]

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Against the storm

Hi, Okay, Lynn: put your metaphorical big girl pants on and let’s give this a go. I’ve heard it said that a way to break through writer’s block is to just write. Hammer at the keys and just go. I guess staring at the page doesn’t move things along. At the moment, I feel like a person in a small row boat, bobbing slowly along in a foggy sea. Occasionally, cyclopean hulks will drift by, their shadowy wake dwarfing the light and any sense of safety. The pandemic, the war, the campaign of hate, etc. I would say that feels like three out of four on the horseperson Pokémon apocalypse special. If you catch ’em all, you get a free […]

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Cloak

I can’t quite put my finger on this, but it feels at the mo, that I’m wearing a heavy cloak. A heaviness in the arms and across the shoulders. One that seems to vanish if I sit down and ignore the world. Or, when I’m out walking, the wind and sunlight lift it away. I would add, just for clarity, please don’t imagine a bloke of middling years in *just* a cloak. Stood there like an ailing stripper or medieval flasher 🙂 Good evening, Master Wayne. I assume the Joker stole your batsuit again? He is a wag… Where was I? So, with it being half term, I’ve had the week off. Less early to rise, less busy-busy, and more […]

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Infernal baggage

Hi, The other day, a pen friend and I were talking – well, in email – about getting out. At least, when the wintery wind and rain abate, and Spring starts. BTW, is someone you email a pen friend if you don’t actually write? 🤔 Swipe friend doesn’t quite sound right and tap friend even weirder 🙂 Post lockdown, a female friend had said to me that they were tired of jeans and trainers. They hoped to break out a dress for a change. Likewise a colleague said they’d missed their heels for work, even though she felt then at the end of a long day. I found myself writing ‘Yes, to be out again, to feel the sun on […]

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Warnings, coping, and surviving

Hi, I think I can start this post by stating that the days around the weekend did not go well. I would add that it was no one’s fault and that I mention it because I try to keep YATGB honest. Yes, I’m aware that the hair, padding, shapewear, makeup, and not being 100% out make that statement jar somewhat, but hey, you can only do your best with what you have 🙂 TL/DR: it was pants, then things got better 😉 I can only describe the situation as being a slow descent into the dark woods. Not a relapse into depression, but certainly the withdraw of light and joy that accompanies that. I’m writing about this because A) blogging […]

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