'Time flies when you're having fun' or when you've become totally obsessed with the state of your digestive system.

'Time flies when you're having fun' or when you've become totally obsessed with the state of your digestive system.

It's the latter for me. I've been under the weather or downright unwell since last Christmas but am now getting things under control.

It'a sticky hot day here and I'm writing because I have nobody interesting to talk to, this is not unusual.
  The most intellectually stimulating time I have lasts 15 minutes on alternate Tuesday mornings when the Library van comes around. The rest of the time I talk about the weather and other trivia with my elderly neighbours. 
   I don't mind the lack of talking most of the time because I have ..............                    The Internet, hooray, huzzah, yip yip etc.
May divine blessings rain down continually on Tim Berners-Lee. He is my greatest Hero!

I don't mind solitude much either because the alternative is too ghastly to face and anyway I have the dog. He is no conversationalist, but he is a Presence. I only mind being alone when I feel ill and having felt ill a lot recently I have had some bad days.

Now I feel healthier my mind has returned to important stuff like this blog and my writing which has also languished.
  I don't feel guilty about the writing inactivity because I couldn't work up the energy to do anything at all. I wasn't out partying, unfortunately.

In other news:
     My grandaughter became a happy Bride and I was duly weepy.
     My Grandson found himself an excellent job and seems happy.
     The rest of my family are ticking over nicely too. I think.

....................laters.

Happy New Year Blog

Happy New Year to my lonely little Blog and to anyone straying here accidentally.Christmas celebrations and poor health are my excuse for not writing here, well just the ill-health actually.

I'm being dogged by chronic complaints; there must be something about Winter that brings all this stuff on me, I haven't felt good since the Solstice. We have sunshine today which has fetched me out from my cave, it's about the only thing that can stir me at the moment. The sunshine has also started me thinking of Spring so I've bought some seeds. This year  I'm trying Snapdragons, Stocks, Echinacea and Poppies. I've never grown any of these from seed before, not even the Poppies, so the challenge will hopefully spark some determination in me.

There is lots to look forward to: I'm going to a festival for the first time in 25 years, I hope it stays dry this August. I have a grand-daughter getting married, I have lots to do to be ready for that.  Then there's all the political shenanigans of a General Election. I'm looking forward to heated exchanges, nowadays the only chance I get for a good row is to start one about 'Who's going to win?' although I'm not sure many voters care one way or t'other this timre around.

Time for my tablets!

I should be writing but...........

But....... today I have migraine
     .......yesterday I had migraine
     .......last week I had Christmas shopping
     .......before that I had the miseries.

Day of the Triffids is still Creepy

I watched the first 2 episodes of the 1960's BBC tv series of 'Day of the Triffids' tonight.

I do remember watching it when it first came out and I'd already read the book. It's still the best version, even though or maybe because it's so period now.
It has the painful kind of realism of 60's drama. The acting is wooden, but that also helps to make it feel like this awful thing is happening to ordinary, boring people. The sound effects help. I dunno if the BBC radiophonic workshop was involved , but I think it may well have been.

I shall be tuning in to get the next helping.


I have also seen the 1960's cinema version and the recent modern tv adaptation. I'm rather geeky about John Wyndham and John Christopher, they were my favourite SF writers in my teens.

Aaaah! Nostalgia

Only 42 days until 2015

Keeping my chin up despite Autumn blues.

This is my least favourite time of year, even when the sun shines. There are too many stale bread days, days when everything is past it's best, curling up at the edges and growing mould. The next event on the horizon is Christmas. I've disliked Christmas ever since my mother died, she died one December and my father and I went away for Christmas, it was terrible. We were miles from home, I was 10 years old, shy and missing my mum. I remember my father drinking too much and being grumpy. I hadn't known real loneliness before but I became well-acquainted with it over that holiday.
I don't feel lonely in the same way now but I think about all the people in horrible situations during the 'festive' season so I'm glad when January arrives no matter what the weather.

I've bought most of my Christmas presents. I do enjoy finding things that I think will really please someone, but I would be much happier if my family would agree to a no-gifts Christmas. I suggest it every year, but somebody always has a reason why we have to do it one more time.
I give money to charity whenever I remember how well-off I am in comparison to most of the world's population. I know it's only a drop into the oceans of inequality,  but it may help just one person get a chance at a decent life. I get all hot under the collar as the money wasted on tinsel and gift wrap increases and I feel more and more like a hamster on the treadmill.

Then there's the over-eating. So far the only luxury I've bought myself is a small bottle of balsamic vinegar with added fig juice. I shall not buy mince pies or Christmas pudding this year, because they taste terrible and end up in the bin. I'll try not to stuff myself at all. I just have to stop shopping. I could live on the tins in my cupboard for a month anyway!

Never mind....only 42 days until 2015

Still alive but not doing much

I haven't left yet, but I've done nothing fit to record recently.

I'll try to do better.

New Story

I'm not totally comatose and hunkered down for Winter yet.

There's a new story on t'other blog. I've aimed this at  Young Adult readers, but I'm not sure I've got the tone right.