Category: blogging
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Silent Sunday…
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I am still struggling to get my thoughts in order, and this thing in my head is not helping. I want to feel relieved that help might be on the way, but for some reason, my mind won’t rest. I must admit to allowing this, as I am too tired to argue with anything. Even…
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The Appointment…
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a sunny hospital corridor… I had no idea what to expect at yesterday’s hospital appointment. I mean, they had already written me off, hadn’t they? Too old, too frail, not fit enough for surgery… All of my misgivings magically vanished the minute the doctor welcomed me into his office. He was a short, cheerful man,…
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The Waiting Game…
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I have never liked waiting, so faced with yet another wait, I am more confused than ever. Half of me would love to have a good think, to sort out the muddle in my head. And to be honest, I have tried to think it out. But whatever is going on inside my head, it…
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Swan Song: Why I thought I wrote it…
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Swan Song: Why I thought I wrote it… I heard this title somewhere, a long time ago, and it stuck in my mind. I was thinking it would be a good title for the new outing of my Detective David Snow. So I went ahead and started the outline for Swan Song. I even made…
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Whatever Next?
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I didn’t think my life could get any worse, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Since I collapsed, semi-paralysed last March, I have often wondered why that happened and why I had suddenly become so weak. Despite my colourful medical history, I have always managed to bounce back from some of the worst health…
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NoWorries…
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When I was told that I wasn’t fit enough for surgery, I didn’t know what to think. When I got over the shock, my first thought was, I can get fit, no problem. I just have to exercise more. I ended up fretting about this so much that the more I searched for a way…
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The Shattered Bauble, by Rachel Mclean #fiction #Mystery #Review
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It’s Christmas in Lyme Regis, and DC Tina Abbott is looking forward to some well-earned time with her family. But then her mum Annie, true to form, reports a crime. The pottery shop has been broken into and the owner Peg, Annie’s friend, attacked. The evidence is scant. A solitary fingerprint in blood, but nothing…
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Ready, steady, go?
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I was really looking forward to the start of a new week and hopefully a better week. The sun was shining this morning, so I thought I was in with a chance. A chance to finally reach the bottom of the pile of jobs that has been slowly growing. I wasn’t sure if it was…
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Finding out the Hard way…
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I have been quiet this week, trying to come to terms with the latest developments. First, though, I had to get over the colossal disapointment that I wasn’t fit enough. I have been exercising regularly every day since last March. Have I been wasting my time, was the set routine just not good enough, or…