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Category Archives: Loss
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
Posted in Hope, Londonish life, Loss, Wild Thing
Tagged anger, Chester R. Quattelbaum, friendship, Greg Traylor, grief, laughter, loss, love, suicide
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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
Posted in Family, Home, Hope, Loss, Ratty rants
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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
Posted in Animal antics, Hope, Londonish life, Loss, Wild Thing
Tagged fiv, hope, osteomyelitis jaw, recovery, rescue
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Compo
We called him Compo. His real name was Peter but as we already had one of those in the shop, we needed to differentiate him from the other, who was rapidly falling out of favour with us. We knew he … Continue reading
Posted in Animal antics, Londonish life, Loss, Wild Thing
Tagged cats needing homes, loss, saint, sorrow
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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
Posted in Family, Home, Hope, Londonish life, Loss
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Syllabub
March 2006. My home was a pretty desolate place. My marriage in ruins, we had lost the contract at work despite providing a consistently excellent service and I was staying with the company but changing jobs to a smaller contract … Continue reading
Posted in Londonish life, Loss, Ratty rants, Wild Thing
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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
Posted in Family, Hope, Londonish life, Loss
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Recovery
When I fall in love, I tend to do it fully, just as I do most things – properly or not at all. This leaves me with a bit of an issue now that my relationship has ended. I have … Continue reading
Posted in Londonish life, Loss, Ratty rants
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Strange habits …
There is an old English saying which goes “There’s nowt so queer as folk” meaning that there is nothing weirder than humans and I can happily confirm the same applies to cats. Currently in my house I have: (a) A … Continue reading
RIP Rosie
Rescue work can be unrelentingly hard. There are simply not enough homes and too many people who breed their animals. A very simple equation which results in the most horrible situations I have seen in my life. And there is … Continue reading