After a fashion, anyway. Saturday, March 17, 2018. This weekend we had a very special outing - we were invited to visit a local recycling firm so that Jamie could admire some bin lorries up close.

A sustained attempt to bring beauty to blogging by recording those fleeting things that may otherwise go unnoticed. Saturday, 1 May 2010. We all know how we feel about being disabled, right? And how it feels to be on the receiving end of disablism. 8220;I feel I have to.

I have since had a deeper sense of the horror and wonder which lurk behind life and which are concealed, as it were, behind the usual surface of health. Thursday, January 23, 2014. Most of all, I hope you have been well, dear reader. I have missed you and hope I may return soon. Tuesday, November 08, 2011. a brief lapse in the illness-induced silence as the muse paid me a visit this morning on the occasion of a letter-writing campaign.

Sunday, December 24, 2017. 37 - A review of the year. For the first time since the henna years of my early twenties, I dyed my hair. I have considered the prospect of colourful hair for ages - probably most of my adult life, but I was inexplicably nervous and worse - ten years ago, I thought I was probably too old.

It feels strange to say that I have a hobby now. This is how it started. Change is hard even it is for good. Despite my life become better, my mood started to sink lower and lower. Could it be compared to the soldier returned from a battle field to a peaceful home and struggle with the adjustment? Then, suddenly all the luck and timing fell in .

Life in the northern wastes of Walsall. Images very Kindly supplied by Tony Kulik. Stuart now works at a company in the grounds of Hilton Hall, and has previously explored this often-overlooked but fascinating place in this article dealing with the restoration and history of the family who owned it.

Saturday, 15 January 2011.

Monday, January 18, 2016. It was like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I had no idea what form or shape it would take, but a sense of dread and fear began to permeate my youth. The symptoms seemed to be creeping on me, gradually becoming stronger, more noticeable to me. The pain in the back of my head and lymph nodes behind my ear.

Posted by Vote Mia 2018! July 9, 2007. Rusty metal shaving from a local machine shop produced this exciting art they call garbage. My Liza knows better! Posted by Vote Mia 2018! July 1, 2007. Posted by Vote Mia 2018! .