This morning I woke with a pain in my back. Not a terrible pain, just a niggling, gripping one that appears when I change position. My instinct was to get painkillers. But then I thought: No. There’s obviously something broken here, and if I numb it I might damage it …
So it’s here again. Why? This cultural eyesore is extremely offensive. If you’re single, it serves to be an unavoidable reminder; your loneliness turns to anger at the injustice, or you feel depressed because it feeds into your fear of being unlovable. And if you’re in a relationship, you’re expected …
… I won’t be eating pancakes due to a social engagement. So I indulged yesterday, in order to get a photo for my website. It’s been a really tough time for me of late, and I appreciate all the support I’ve received. So much of my time is spent putting …
So last night and this morning I’ve had a headache. I didn’t sleep very well, and was generally feeling sorry and sad. But not to be deterred from my plan, I opted to fire up the hob and test out modifications to my blueberry pancake recipe. So here we go: Nom. …
It’s been an odd couple of days, with an almost supernatural undercurrent of awkwardness, permeating my encounters and making a tricky time seem so much harder. Yesterday, for the first time, I used my car’s horn in anger. Why? Because traffic coming from the other direction, turning right, was queueing …
Well, it’s almost that time of year again: Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday, or if you’re like me, pancake day! I have a couple of recipes on my website now, and shall be spending much time in the next few weeks “practising” pancakes, with the excuse of getting pictures …
