The way it is according to moi

Written on September 24th 2026 ​ Gosh that’s how life feels these days. Untitled.   I’m working on juggling, life, health, my trauma, my family, my body and the rest.  Yesterday was so busy. I walked 24k in steps. Was up at 4am and home at midnight. Watching the sunrise over Stonehenge was beautiful and so happy that I made it there. Ended the day with the family for day 13 of my uncles funeral. It’s the last day that Hindu’s believe the soul is lingering.  I took the best video of the bands playing live af the house. I really want to post it but I don’t trust the internet. If you know me and want to see what it was like, send me a text. The energy in the room changed over the 2 hours that songs were sung.  I’m writing to you on the tube to meet Mr.Richmond after he finishes work (as for me, I’m on annual leave this week). I’m meeting him because I need a hug and I told him that. I also said that I can accept mocktails as well. Hibernation September has not worked. T...

​ Here is a very speedy entry that I will post right away.  L It’s been a crazy few days. The funeral happened on Friday. I cried a bit but not properly. Felt like a sensory overload to be honest.  I was there from 8am and left at 4pm. 30 minutes earlier than the end time. I made it all 3 parts. House with the body, then the crematorium, final part was the hall with food, more speeches and the band.  As for where I am now. My acupuncturist suggested I come here and drink the water from the chalice well . That is exactly what I have done. After feeling unwell for so long, why not try things of ancient traditions. That’s the way I role.  Tomorrow is a visit to Stonehenge where I will touch the stones.  I’m cross about how that will pan out. In 2 hours I’ll collect Miss Steiner from the station with her friend Amanda. That’s fine, I said anyone is welcome. However now she is spending tomorrow with Amanda. Folks I’m pissed off. They both live in Oxford and see each ...

​ Now I’ve known this for so many, many years. I can vividly remember that when Mark died I ended up with a chest infection.   Here is a side note. When I lived in North America I often had Laryngitis, Bronchitis etc. I always got the official title, you don’t really get that so much in the UK.  So my lungs ache and the pain wakes me. I’ve been awake since 3am coughing. I’m tired and fed up. I’ve now made it to the front room. (PS. It’s a tiny house so please explain why I call it the front room. It could be the lounge which also sounds grand. I haven’t called anything the living room for decades). I’m parked on the sofa with a hot water bottle and a cup of tea. It’s almost 5am and I will try and sleep soon.  So back to the grief. Coach Renee has been saying for months now that I’m mourning my old life, my old friendships where I have changed etc. She’s on the ball, I think I’m also mourning the life I never had. Also worth noting, I can’t even put my hand on my heart and...