The Greatest Gift

Mira, waiting for a transplant that never comes.  Busy shopping gets a call, all systems go, hospital tomorrow, maybe a match. Hopes up, no food or drink for 12 hours or was it 24. she couldn’t remember, walks  across the car park wondering who’ll look after her dog,  put the bins out, water the plants, feed the fish, hand her assignment to Professor Miller. So much to do, not much time. Phones a friend, makes arrangements to hand over her keys , talks through her home, how it works, routines, likes and dislikes. Collects her belongings phones her mom,  the greatest gift.


This and that…

which is the only title I can think of in answer to ‘where have you been’ …

me:  oh doing ‘this and that’

Corny, I know.

Sometimes I think I have nothing to say, aside from ranting about Brexit and Donald Trump , which is something I don’t intend to start doing here.

So, where have  I been? Well the last outing was to the Lakes. A base in Keswick gave us the best opportunity to walk during the day and find something to do in the evening.

Most of our walks are short,  4 to 5 miles. This time we did the reverse circular walk to take in Castlerigg Stone Circle, followed by a walk to Walla Crag returning via Cat Gill.

Both routes are relatively pedestrian although we did have to warn  a couple with a baby in a back pack that the route up the side of Cat Gill was maybe a bit too steep, with lots of loose rocks in places were the path seems to have deteriorated or been washed away.

There’s one thing losing your balance  when its just yourself but not with  a small baby on your back. ( I did feel a little guilty as they looked like experienced walkers/hikers however the path in places is very steep, with no secure footholds or with only a foot width between trees and a sheer drop on to rocks below).

The weather was nice and I have a few photos which I would post here if  I could work out how to do it easily.

At night we went to the pub…. and the cinema. The Alhambra is a lovely little place, that doesn’t appear to have changed since it was built. We saw ‘Fishermans Friends’ which was ok….. I’d give it 3 out of 5. Previously we’ve seen the Lime house Golam and Bjorg v MacEnroe there.  I also picked up a copy of The Keswick Film Club leaflet which tends to have more arty and foreign language films.

So that’s what I’ve been doing…..









The look Back….. Flash Fiction.

“Stacy don’t do it…..” Carls voice trails off into oblivion as I put my foot on the first step.

“I’m telling you Stace…” By now his voice is fading. I’m on the fourth step of many, I wasn’t listening when Mr Bright and Sunny was running through his speil.

Carl is becoming smaller ,although if I’m truthful I’m not looking down. By the time I’m at the top,on the small shaky platform, Carl is just a dot.

Ms Happy tightens the harness.  I look back just before I step off the edge and smile. It’s time to go Carl.


this morning we’ve had the annual conversation which goes something like this……

Me: when are we getting the tree?

H: Not until you’ve tidied up/made space for it.

Me: ok no worries I’ll get one.

H: …….…….

This convo is repeated, quite often it gets vocal, with a few Irish expletives thrown in.

However, the good thing about the conversation today has been that I’ve sorted through a pile of CDs (and found Michael Bubles Christmas CD (the Puppini Sisters really step this cd up a notch).  I also confronted my huge pile of Decorating Magazines (posh title, glossy expensive, translates to she/her). These have been my personal art installation getting on for 10 years now, and mighty fine they looked. Most are now  on their way to the recycling centre. Why? you may ask. Well I flipped through  them and yes the featured homes are all beautiful, interesting, statement homes, however, the articles  are mostly subliminal adverts. And the products they sell are way beyond the purse of many people.

In hindsight what a waste of money!

The other upside (Mr Buble being the 1st) was that I found a back copy of Huck Magazine, which is totally the opposite to she/her and perhaps far more relevant. Of the 98 pages just 4 are set aside for advertising. I’d rather pay more for less/no advertising (womankind mag gets a thumbs up here). I hate the intrusion of adverts, of commercialism into something that should be relaxing, informative, inspiring and motivating. Many  Magazines seem to be fuelling dis-satisfaction in a world which is fragmented and losing track of it’s purpose.

Hopefully the recycled  pulp of glossy magazines will be used to create something useful for everyone.




So enjoying my new job. It’s given me some headspace and allowed me to chuck out the stuff that was toxic from my old job….Anyways heres a list of  great tunes (some nicked from fellow bloggers.. )

Gabor Szabo – Dreams

E2-E4  – Manuel Gottsching

Labi siffre  – I Got The

Faran Ensemble – Amazing Oriental Music

Oceanvs Orientalis – Tarlabasi (Be Svendsen remix)

Bedouin – Hologram

Enjoy, one love.




and why it’s important to keep om movin’,  bend like a child or dance like no one is watching you.

I may have mentioned sometime ago that  I stopped my yoga practise for a few years due to a neck injury (soft tissue but still debilitating).

I may also have mentioned that the practice I needed eventually found me.

Today the was the final step in my rehabilitation. A one and a half hour floor practice, which, together with practises from the previous 8 months or so has returned my back and neck to full pre injury mobility.

Yay! Thank God for Yoga……….

Humans need to move. The best place to start is with your feet. No socks. Roll a tennis ball around. Pick things up with your toes. Walk  barefoot. Walk on uneven surfaces. Make a pebble tray to stand barefoot on. Separate your toes. Point your toes. Reverse the point so that you’re pulling your toes back towards your shins. Scrunch your toes up. Stand up. Roll your bare feet around (from the hips so your leg is also engaged) first your right foot then your left. Rise on to the balls of your feet. Then back onto the ball of your heel.

Move your feet, bare feet, every day. Make it part of your day not just something you do for 5 or ten  minutes…….. Wake your feet up.

It’s finally ..

the week-end,  following a week where almost everything in my life has been turned on it’s head (in a positive way) I have time to breathe and write and relax.

For some time I’ve hinted on here that my job is not the best, that what was once a technical job has quickly gone down hill due to  the department head having zero knowledge of the job at hand.

Their bravado comments of ‘if you don’t like it, you can leave’ is working on a grand scale, which no one really wants to see, but if you treat your staff like a commodity what do you expect.

…..I will start my new role on Monday. Perhaps the quickest inter-business transfer ever undertaken, with no intervention from me I should add…….

Over the winter months running can be hit and miss. Weather and Christmas being the main contributors. And finding a maintenance plan can be almost impossible. The best advice I’ve found so far  is to ‘re-visit your existing plan and just run the first 2 or 3 weeks on a loop’.  I’ve also read that  your plan needs only to consist of  3 or  4  x 30 mins runs per week, and,  ‘if you’re hitting 2 miles on every run your cardio will be maintained’. Also as an addition to the run  I now stop at the outside gym and hang/swing on the monkey Bars for a couple (literally) of seconds.

Yoga is ratcheting up a notch or two. Each session mixes classic Hatha Asanas with a workshop on bio-mechanics. Hard work but leaves your body feeling as though it’s alive. (as opposed to feeling as though you’re dragging a sack of coal around with you).

And finally…..

Billy Monger……For those of you who have never heard of this young man, he is the Formula 3 racing driver who is a double below the knee amputee following an horrific accident when he was in Formual 4 . This week BBC IIIi aired a programme about him on BBC2. If you missed it I would suggest you watch it on IPlayer. An inspiration for all of us…….