When crossing the car park is “all things.”

When crossing the car park is “all things.” It really couldn’t have been worse. It was six fifteen on a cold January morning. The drive in was uneventful but the huge puddles betrayed a night of downpours now ceased. Pulling into the car park for the first time in over four weeks was with mixed feelings, it was... Read more »
January 9, 2017


Hope Suddenly the clouds parted….as the sun slowly broke the darkness in the far off Eastern sky, looking Westward a patch of glorious blue appeared and with it, the hope of a better day. It wasn’t yet seven am but the morning was already warm, the remnants of the Southern wind... Read more »
September 7, 2016


365 364 days have passed since I was last in this position. Age has never bothered me, I can’t think of a single number that has come and gone that arrived with any dread. 18, 21, 30 and even 40 all passed without any real fuss on my part. I had... Read more »
July 23, 2016

What can you do?

What can you do? DO WHAT YOU CAN! Yes the shouty capitals were intentional. I do frequently need to retype whole paragraphs because I haven’t noticed caps lock was on, (such is my verbosity when in full flow) but not this time. A study was published today that I have been following for about... Read more »
June 7, 2016

Caramel machiato

Caramel machiato Every so often there comes together a combination of things that are very near perfect. I wrote last week about my search for a new chair that culminated in a successful acquisition. On that same shopping trip and in that self same store my daughter made an outstanding discovery. I... Read more »
June 2, 2016

A short walk through history

A short walk through history   Being confronted with a find like this in Olympic year forces some little retrospection. Ever since buying our house the rear yard has been an ongoing challenge. In the first three weeks of ownership we got a weed whacker and cleared a path through the resident jungle that allowed... Read more »
May 5, 2016

Twenty one days

Twenty one days   In some ways it doesn’t seem like that long since I beat a retreat from my place of employment. On the other hand it feels like a million years ago. 30 240 minutes ago, 504 hours, 21 days. In the grand scheme of things it isn’t a lot, if... Read more »
April 25, 2016

What is normal anyway?

What is normal anyway?   Normality is such a subjective concept that it is next to impossible to legislate one single bench mark to measure against. For the last two weeks my own personal idea of what normal is has been thrown up in the air. A conversation with my doctor exposed the danger... Read more »
April 19, 2016

Get a grip!!

Get a grip!!   Am I simply depressed, or do I have depression? This is is a thought that has been bouncing around for a couple of weeks in my head. The answer is yes and yes. Only, some days it is no and yes. What do I mean by that? Well to... Read more »
March 20, 2016

What goes up…

What goes up… Some people call me the space cowboy, some call me the…….let’s not finish that, neither is true and it’s just me that calls me the space cowboy. I would love to say that I am rising, phoenix like, from the ashes of a dark couple of days but the truth... Read more »
March 15, 2016

Sadness has a face

Sadness has a face   We finally got around to watching Inside out at the weekend. It used to be the case that we were first in line with any animated movie but the march of time has lowered the appeal of them in the eyes of our kids. My son and I are... Read more »
February 22, 2016

The darkness

The darkness Ok, here goes! After a year of making really good progress with this confounded illness I have just come through one of the worst weeks ever. There is absolutely no accounting for how or when it creeps up on you, it is like some sleeping giant that appears from under... Read more »
February 7, 2016

This is not me!

This is not me! What do you do when it all crumbles? There is no logic to it, you slept reasonably well, you were not rushed or flustered, there was no immediate trauma to deal with. But it all went to chaos. Mr Miserable was unloading his travel woes again as I drank my... Read more »
February 2, 2016


Unexpected It was a covers over the head and cuddle a soft leg kind of morning today. The forecasts had warned us with great enthusiasm of the impending storm, we had rapidly progressed to defcom amber for severity and medium anxiety. The “be prepared’ song from the film Hoodwinked tends to... Read more »
January 29, 2016

Forever young

Forever young Right now on the radio there is someone murdering this brilliant song, I am tempted to call NASA to have them shot into space. I am becoming increasingly intolerant of poor music, I realise that it is a matter of taste as well but this current trend of howling your... Read more »
January 15, 2016

Though like a wanderer

Though like a wanderer   One of the hardest things to do is to return the fight to a defeated person. I know that hopelessness from both sides. There have been so many occasions where I have sat with people and worked through the mountains of doubt, fear, anger, anguish, despair and any number... Read more »
January 13, 2016

Not at the moment.

Not at the moment. When then? My parents escaped to the Caribbean in early 1990 after securing employment from a random application. Life had been difficult on many fronts and they saw an opportunity to just take some time out and do something entirely different. Nobody really understood why they were choosing this option... Read more »
January 5, 2016

You say man flu I say head cold!

You say man flu I say head cold!   Sickness is a very subjective subject. I can go through entire years without as much as a headache and yet at other times there are illnesses aplenty. In our family there are quite a few medical professionals, ┬ámost of them have gone down the specialist route and have dedicated... Read more »
December 9, 2015

Sign post of hope

What you are about to read is dedicated to that select group (you know who you are) who have been to me the living embodiment of what I want to speak about. When Dante was picturing the gate of Hell in his Divine Comedy there was no phrase that could... Read more »
August 17, 2015