Pushing your Spoonie Self

This poxy diagnosis (I don’t want to say my illness, my disability, because then I feel like I give it power) takes a LOT of getting used to (if you ever do).


Shades of a past life

Sitting in a cafe I am observing a young couple and their children. Typically mum is settling the kids at a table while dad is shouting across the cafe what sandwiches they can all have.. its really cute and reminds me of a time when I was happy…. many many many years ago… If only…