Morning all,
I’m beginning to recover from my bronchitis; I went to the doctor on Thursday and they checked. My lungs are no longer crackling but the cough might last another couple of weeks.
Everything Is Better With Dragons
Book blogger, Autistic, Probably a Dragon
Morning all,
I’m beginning to recover from my bronchitis; I went to the doctor on Thursday and they checked. My lungs are no longer crackling but the cough might last another couple of weeks.
It’s been a mixed week, here at Casa de Crazy Cawkwell
I’ve been very ill this week, with either an unusually nasty cold or the ‘flu, but the trip to Open Minds on Tuesday morning went well. Continue reading “Books, ‘flu and starting therapy”
Hey, I’m back with an update.
Continue reading “And the interesting week continues”
And it’s still only Wednesday.
So, it’s official, I’m an idiot.
One of my coping mechanisms when I have stuff going round my brain is to write it down like a blog post then hit the little rubbish bin.
Except this afternoon I hit publish by accident and something was published that should never have seen the light of day. Luckily, only two or three people saw it, and one of them rang me to tell me. I’ve taken my rantings down obviously, and deleted the links I could find, but still the damage might have been done.
I’ve been ruminating on it for the last two hours, but now I feel better. Writing works as catharsis but I need to remember when it’s appropriate to publish my thoughts and when it isn’t.
I need to find a less risky cathartic outlet, just in case I forget. Again.

My granddad’s pride and joy was his train track. He’d turned the box room in to his train room and it was out of bounds to us children unless supervised by a responsible adult. The only adult considered responsible was my granddad himself. After my grandma died when I was nine I spent a lot of time with Granddad, we used to go to model railway meetings sometimes. They were like fairs, held in scout huts and prefab village halls. I had a small collection of model railway magazines. It was fun, mainly because I got to spend time with Granddad Billy without my sisters and cousins, and I got treat to sweets and other junk food granddad really shouldn’t have given me.
(I apologise to my sister Helen for the keniptions this will cause her)
Seriously, don’t threaten a writer if you don’t want the entire f-ing world to know about it!
More to follow. Possibly.
And it’s been so good for me.
Or not.
I had a bad night and today hasn’t been much better but I’m getting my head sorted. The things that were worritting at me have been dealt with, and now I’m trying not to focus on them until they are resolved. I’ve done my part and I can’t control the rest. Continue reading “Tis the season to be jolly”
Last Friday I started a new job, as a quality control opp at a soup factory.
Continue reading “New job blues”