Migraine Awareness Month #2: Tea for Two. If you could invite someone (any living person) to your home for tea for the purpose of explaining Migraine disease to them so they would truly understand it, who would it be and why?
okay. i can see that i am going to hit a brick wall with some of these prompts. if i could invite someone, any living person, to my home for tea WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO TALK ABOUT MIGRAINE??? i’m sorry, disease, i’m just not that into you.
of course, i’d like doctors and benefits agencies and the NHS and the Govt who are currently hurting disabled people so much to understand what a chronic condition actually means, and it would be great if employers and public places and trains and buses could do something about their evil lighting, but really, do i want to EXPLAIN myself again to anyone? no. no, i do not. if someone, any living person at all, were to come to tea i would want to talk about anything BUT migraine. i really really hate explaining why i can’t do things. it’s boring as hell and i won’t have it. so, come to tea, whoever you are, and lets talk about any subject you like apart from ill health. that is all.
“National Migraine Awareness Month is initiated by the National Headache Foundation. The Blogger’s Challenge is initiated by www.FightingHeadacheDisorders.com.”
NOW! baby wildfowl! at LAST!
this morning i woke up with a recently persistent sense of dizziness and sicky feeling and so ten offered to take the dog out. it’s usually my job to do the first outing, but i felt yucky and not really up to wrangling the dog. but while he got dressed and pops got excited i thought, “but i would like to go too.” so i got dressed and we all went out en famille.
over the past few weeks i have been a bit alarmed at the lack of ducklings, goslings, and cygnets on our stretch of the lea. i’d heard that the olympic related digging that has been going on on the marshes has released a lot of toxic crap that had been buried for a long time, and i also saw a foxy boy on the opposite bank surrounded by a glum looking phalanx of geese the other night, and i wondered what was the cause of our dismal lack of spring chickies, considering we have, what? 30 swans? 20 odd canada geese? a few other kinds of geese, many ducks and a few random others who are regulars on this stretch.
a twitter correspondent reassured me, however, that she had seen babies in the reeds where she was, and not on the canal, so i dared to hope a little, while secretly thinking DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
but my misgivings turned out to be all wrong. or at least, on our way back from the park i saw two canada geese with many many chicks between them in single file enter the canal like a little military flotilla.
hurrah! now, come on all you others, bring your babies, i need to see them. STAT.
ooh! did i forget to tell you? les miserables is going to be a film (again). this time with the west end music in it.
i am unreasonably excited about this. i worked on the west end show many years ago. i was a ‘stage showman’ which is a fancy term for stage hand, and i also made a prop before i left. i always liked the music and was grateful to work on a show that didn’t grate on the nerves too much.
the prop i made was a big ivy to disguise the fact that the same gates were used for the factory scene in the first act, and jean valjean’s house in the second. i went to see the show after i finished, and, reader, my ivy was beautiful.
of course i don’t have a photograph. damn the analogue days.