Moving Swiftly On…

I wasn’t sure I’d write any more posts in this blog. It seemed as though it would be a good time to stop when I moved out of London, leaving the WordPress blog gated by the time when I moved to Tottenham through to the time when I left Islington, and now that I’m at […]

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Hurry Up and Wait

Everything feels a bit ‘hurry up and wait’ just now. I’ve found someone to swap flats with, but he wants to postpone, I’ve got a new neurologist, but I have to wait for some treatment, and the one I’m trying just now may or may not be helpful, and I’m still waiting to hear about […]

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A Face on Her

When I first got ill I had a lot of residual fitness. This did not really seem like a big deal to me, because, like my health, I took it for granted. Okay, so I had a whole lot of pain, but I could get about, and actually after I stopped being able to work […]

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I’m Promising Nothing

January is what it is. In the colder parts of the temperate world not only does it bring a post Xmas crash, and a slew of resolutions that are destined to be broken, but also it is the coldest time, and will still be dark in the afternoons. No one loves that, and people who […]

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The Banality of Evil #2

Times are hard, yo. I’ve had my benefits cut and without getting boring here’s the skinny. I am completely convinced that it is not in breach of Godwin’s Law to say that the sick and disabled are suffering Hannah Arend’s ‘banality of evil’ under this government. I was awarded a benefit for disability about a […]

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Cartesian Care

I have so much to tell you about the by road I ended up down. I have no idea why it is in some way illegal for a person to have a mental illness and a physical illness or disability at the same time, but I can assure you that it is not only me […]

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The Beginning of the End

I miss the Buddhists. I did not mean to become a hermit but that, in relative terms, is what I have become. I find my efforts to ‘go forth’ as the Buddhists frame it rather thwarted, due to chronic migraine and fibromyalgia. Conditions, if they are not of a piece are certainly well matched in […]

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In Bunhill

As the world turns I in turn have described an arc, or perhaps it is a kind of spiral, here in London, over the past two decades. Starting one tranche of my life in Tower Hill, moving then to Bethnal Green, and then to Tottenham, to the mysterious north eastern quarter that knows no validation. […]

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