Category Archives: Hope

How to live with nine cats and not lose your mind …

People ask me what it is like to live with nine (Nine? NINE? NNNINE? Yeah, nine.) cats … here is a snapshot .. 1.  Forget about greeting any visitors normally. Because those people who wish to sell you things (cheap … Continue reading

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For Greg and all who loved him

Last weekend I lost a friend. He slipped through my hands just at the last moment, at the point where things were so bad for him, they simply had to get better. He had what I believed to be an … Continue reading

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Oh god, it’s so Black ….

You know, every now and again I stumble across something which makes me cringe, big time. Inside my olivey, untanned, so-called “White” skin, it makes my flesh creep. I recently joined a group that celebrated and shared memories of the … Continue reading

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Grumpy

I had spent a good four years trying to catch him.  I glimpsed him first up the road, playing with his friend, a big ginger cat who looked domesticated on first sight but who also resisted all temptations to come … Continue reading

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Christmas

No time of year is as emotive as this one. For those of us who had less than loving childhoods, Christmas, with all its expectations of emotion, love, excitement and presents, more often than not descended into chaos, abuse, pain … Continue reading

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Blood part 3: Blood will out

My father was quietly terrified of his Grandmother and was schooled by his mother into behaving impeccably around her. Latterly, she lived in a large house, on the outskirts of a golf course with her second husband, a solicitor named … Continue reading

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Scars

History is a funny thing.  You can ignore it, work round it, forget it.  But in little subversive ways, it always comes back to bite you. It is not a well-known fact that I was sexually abused as a child.  … Continue reading

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A charity well worth supporting …

Regular readers may have seen a post in February about a wonderufl new charity.  Well that charity is going from strength to strength and the committe recently had their second main meeting.  As ever, it was filled with laughter, love … Continue reading

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The minefield of middle-aged affairs … or … how it turned out just fine despite Everything

Embarking on a love affair at the advanced decrepit decades of 40 and 50 is a whole new learning experience for both of us.  It is fairly common “wisdom” that we will be stuck in our ways, that we won’t … Continue reading

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Brian Haws, Clarence Clemons and other hard acts to follow

Being on the opposite side politically, racially or sexually to most of the people around you has got to be one of the hardest things to do. To remain morally sane when the world around you is not, to speak … Continue reading

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