The downside of WordPress auto-posting to Facebook (when it doesn’t go awry) is that Facebook now gives me “on this day” commentary of my blog posts since Squattergate began. I didn’t need reminding that yesterday was a year since I got the first hole in my head during my biopsy. It did make me laugh today, though, that I changed my profile photo to this the day after that op:
My head has since become a bona fide metaphorical bowling ball with a further hole in my skull and one in my brain! One ticked off the imaginary bucket list.
There have recently been and imminently will be a number of sad anniversaries within our family. I won’t regurgitate each and every one as I think I included them in my blog last year. Suffice to say that it’s a sad time of year for our family between the end of July and the start of November.
This week has mostly been about recovering from a tiring but exhilarating few days supporting and surprising Emily during the last few days of her stupendous skip across the country. Yesterday was the first day that I’ve had anywhere near as much energy Continue reading “How am I in Awe of Her? Let Me Recount the Ways”
Just a quick update as I’m struggling to find the words to describe Emily’s astounding achievement in completing her mammoth 200-mile coast to coast run. Full report to follow when I can write about it without crying but Continue reading “Blogger’s Block”
That’s not what you expect your husband to say to you at any time, least of all on your wedding anniversary!
Emily Parsons is, among many other wonderful things, a supreme example of mind over matter. She completed Day 6 with aplomb. She smashed it out of the park. 24 miles starting from Ferryhill and finishing on the bridge directly above the start line of the Great North Run. Continue reading ““Please Forgive Me If I Throw Up On Your Head””
[NB This hasn’t been edited by me given the lateness of the hour and my proof reader has fallen asleep. Any mistakes are my own and I will rectify them as soon as they are brought to my attention!]
Earlier, in a pub in Ferryhill I showed a man who I’d never met before (and probably won’t see again) the photos of my brain scans. More details of that later.
Emily Parsons. What a woman. Following on from her Facebook updates quoted in the last couple of posts, here’s Continue reading “Stranger Things”
Today is 74 years since my Mam’s brother (and only sibling) was born. The last couple of times I saw him was in the Summer of 2010. He had moved to Crete after retirement in 2006 and was back in Newcastle for a week or two. There are two things that spring to mind from that week. I have very happy memories of a lovely family meal at a Chinese restaurant on Stowell Street one evening. The other memory that makes me smile is that we had an amiable “discussion” about Paul Merson’s punditry skills (or lack thereof). Uncle Jim said Merson was a good pundit and I was aghast and firmly disagreed!
That week was when he met (and I think he approved of) Graham. The last time I spoke to him was when I rang to tell him we’d got engaged. He died suddenly a month later. His middle name was Hewison, which is a family name going back to 1832 at least. That’s one of Leo’s Continue reading “More Miles and Milestones”
The biggest news in this family since my last post, as will be the case in many families across the land (if not the world) this week, is that our girl started school today. My overwhelming feeling is one of excitement. I’m excited for Jennifer Continue reading “School Run”
[Emily has had some more well-deserved publicity and support from Helen Skelton – see here. She starts her epic adventure on Monday morning at 8am sharp.]
On Thursday afternoon, we went for another impromptu trip to the seaside. We caught the last hour or so of a particularly sunny spell before the wind picked up and the sky clouded over.
This week I even dipped my feet in the sea with the help of two of my able assistants, Jennifer and Graham. We had painted Continue reading “Great British Rock Off”