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Category Archives: fears and phobias
Dick is Humphrey’s cousin, and I hate him. I’ve come up with calling him Dick as some men I know called Dick are right tits (which is where he’s hiding) and it’s playing on DCIS, the type of cancer I … Continue reading
Over thirty years ago, I had my picture taken with a 20 foot long python called Monty. It’s up in the roof in a box (I think) and I said if I found it, I’d post it. Well I’ve gone … Continue reading
Leave A light On for me. I fear darkness And all it’s shadows. My mind plays tricks on me When I can hear but not see My senses heighten, I’m afraid Please don’t leave me here alone tonight. I hear … Continue reading
Reblog from one of our trips to Stratford Upon Avon in 2015
Yep, the fear is still with me, and tonight I was evicted out of the conservatory to the hall waiting for Hubby’s return from walking the dog. I can usually cope with one. But not two. And they were big … Continue reading
I started this post around 2.15 this morning, then deleted what I’d written and returned to bed. Trying to get to the publish stage now has been a nightmare of connections lost, no signal, no internet and limited service. Once … Continue reading
There are a lot of people on the marina up in arms today following receipt of a white envelope announcing a rise in mooring fees. The bar steward who owns the marina has decided to introduce a Residential Rate for … Continue reading
I’m beginning to think the radiotherapy is puckering up my sense of humour as well as my breast tissue and I’m turning into an old shrew! I don’t mean to be a party pooper or rain on anyone’s parade BUT: … Continue reading