Being diabetic is not massively disruptive to my life. Granted I know little else, having been a mere 3 years old when I was diagnosed. It must have been upsetting for the parents though. Also quite worrying– seeing as it’s a fairly serious long-term, chronic illness with some deeply unglamourous long term side effects if neglected.
It’s the short term side effects that are the most dramatic however – the hypoglycaemia. Continue reading My elegant illness
I feel a little bit grubby, slightly shop-soiled and a touch tainted.
Why is that, I imagine you asking.
Well let me tell you. Continue reading Tainted
Today, on the day of love, I am lying unshaven, on the sofa in tracksuit and flip-flops debating to myself about which film to go see in the cinema later this evening. I will be going to the film alone.
This is not a pity me party. In the last few years I have become quite at ease with doing stuff on my own. Continue reading Happy Valentine’s Day
After the shenanigans of the last few days it was almost a relief to return to routine today. I say almost because alarm clocks remain Satan’s assistants and I detest how bossy and insistent and unreasonable they are. On the bus I was daydreaming and then I heard a melodious South African accent saying ‘Hyilloo’. It was angry lady and she was beginning her morning call. Continue reading Love in a time of anger
I have spent the last 2.5 days in the midlands of Ireland in a 4 star hotel where, in a conference centre, I have been meeting a work client.
I am well aware that what I am going to describe is not actually traumatic in any real sense but I am utterly exhausted by my exertions over the last 3 days – even though nothing was required of me save my charming self and good humour. Continue reading Shellshocked
I will be acting a lot over the next few days.
Not with a drama group though.
With a client.
OK so I won’t be officially acting, as I won’t be pretending to be someone I am not. There are no lines to learn or stage directions to memorise. But there is certainly a role to be played. Continue reading Show your teeth
A few days ago I wrote about it being 6 months since I returned to Ireland.
Today is another 6 month anniversary. It may not appear as momentous but there is little doubt in my mind that it is far more significant in the longer term. I smoked my last cigarette on August 8th last year. Continue reading The unsmoking diary
I am sprawled on the sofa like a blimp with a pot of tea, a packet of Hob Nobs and a hangover.
Last night a friend called over. We were om a mission to check out the local nightspots in my new / his old neighbourhood. Continue reading Pub-crawl
So the plan for this evening is to meet a friend for a beverage in my neighbourhood.
But Saturday is a long day and I woke this morning fullof good intentions that I was going to DO something today. After 5 mugs of tea first of course – I mustn’t get dehydrated. Continue reading Graveyard shuffling
Today is my 6 month anniversary back in Ireland. Continue reading A mini milestone
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