Square Peggy

Today is a wading-through-metaphorical-treacle day. A zero executive function day. A day where I keep finding myself motionless, staring at ...

Whistles and shrill squeals awaken the evening air as the swifts soar and arc across the sky in their infinite playground of freedom. They h...

Oh bless the beautiful little cotton socks of my GP surgery (and the invention of the SHOUT service that does not require verbal communicati...

At the risk of becoming ranty, I'm turning to trusty Mr Blogger once more to solve all my life's problems. I mean, to help me proces...

I'm struggling with the lack of support. One of the big pieces of work I took on during my admission was around help and care - acceptin...

Like many others, I have lived most of my adult life in perpetual pursuit of treasured time alone, getting through whatever is happening by ...

Although I technically class as having a disability, I don't tend to consider myself as disabled. Generally speaking I am well-enough ad...

For the past couple of weeks I have had three or four pending blog posts floating about in my head, logically resulting in no blog posts act...