I’m going to write about toxic people again. Well about one person I know. A sociopathic woman that I thought I’d left behind a long time ago. Once she laid in wait for me to leave our town’s Continental Market. lashings of pretend Polish beer and strong vodka. She called…
Category: Sometime around now

The hard of heart
When we were dancing the other night my mate next door mentioned that like her I started to get depressed after what The Witch Controller did to us. We both did. We’d spent a lot of time with her. I’d written a poem about us as I felt friendship I’d…

A letter to me..
I’ve a feeling my sis picked the wrong person to message to about me in her usual passive aggressive tones. It goes as follows: ”Hi S, hope you’re ok. I know your friends with Jo and I was wondering if she is having a mental breakdown or something. She’s posted…

..not even an ounce of empathy
I used to wonder at the encouraging comments re the new couple in town. He had coke falling out of his massive hooter and she was the bitch from hell. This woman had treated people that worked for her very badly. Left both men and women in tears, including my…

Potatoes
We started a bit earlier today on this Saturday afternoon. My pal neighbour A and I. Having a barbecue and several beers looking at the tomato forest. 3pm no less. It’s usually 4pm. We used to get told off about even that on the odd occasion we did by The…

Rainy days…
I started a new painting today. I had this light on. That light on. Every bloody light on. Basically it should be daylight for most of the day. It’s Summer. It’s like the 40 days of night in the UK right now. We will drown under a sea of rainwater…

Endurance
I was having a lovely time adding to my basket on Temu but my internet is fucked so I thought I might as well write instead. Although I’m on Talk Talk of course it all boils down to good old BT in the end. Doesn’t it always?! That good old…

Genetics
Poverty, male abuse and murder from a female perspective…I jest I’m currently reading a factual account of some horrendous Australian serial murders from back in 1992. But I am wanting to write about the poverty that surrounded both the victims and perpetrators and the constant abuse. The absolute male abuse…

My daughter and my none dad
With an honours degree in child and adolescent mental health my daughter works hard in several roles, continues to learn and grow and most importantly helps so many other people. Tomorrow morning she has an interview for one of the very few places in this area for a government bursaried…

Tired to the bones…
I’m getting tired again. Deep in my bones and a little in my soul too. I’m tired of the constant rounds of blood tests and mri’s. Worrying about results. Next week it’s a biopsy of my pancreatic cyst that continues to grow slowly but surely towards cancer or removal. A…