I was talking just last night to a friend about the heirarchy of crisis...you know exactly what we meant. Thank you for typing out loud the permission I’m battling silently to remind myself of.

Yup...overloaded is right. My mother was saying I should go up and visit my brother. I’m broke as fuck and am about to start full time work in my dream job at the other end of the country. She has been told about this and yet when I said “I really want to but I just don’t know how soon I’ll be able to manage a trip”…

Isn’t it lovely?! Usually I substitute a gluten free blend in normal recipes but some special g-f patisserie recipes specify much more scientific alternatives, in which case I tend to do as I’m told...I’ve had too many disasters to ignore the experts.

This is the idea! I’m seeing a couple of old friends for a sort of reunion in October and when my divorce comes through I will be thanking and celebrating the friends who have held me up and carried me through with a lovely party.

Thank you Pink, life is full and never as straightforward as “One good thing then one bad thing” hey?

Of all things to beat your immune system into submission the last few weeks sound like they’d do it. I can’t imagine the relentlessness of it all.

I had to Google that and it’s not what I’m aiming for but that looks delicious! I am a coeliac goblin so I see things that make my mouth water through fancy patisserie windows and try to recreate them in a form that won’t poison me! The beast in question looked like this...

No reply needed, just rest and remember, grieve and give thanks. <3

This looks delightful, well done you! My grandmother used to make “apple-under-the-blanket” which was stewed apples under a thick layer of meringue. I tried it this evening with a handful of blackberries thrown in with the apple. It looked like a crime scene but it tasted pretty amazing. I also made banana brownies…

‘Tis the season to be snotty, I feel ya.

Oh chienfou, I’m so sorry to hear your news.

Oh Maya, Oh Ollie.

Hey all..it’s been a wild few weeks, hence my absence here; after waiting for what feels like forever things are moving so fast and I’m dizzier than ever.

My growth spurt story looks pretty tame in comparison to this

I grew about six inches over the holiday thr summer I turned 15. Left school in June as one of the shortest in the year, came back in September one of the tallest.

My grandmother used to tell me to find someone who loved my bones.

Please send some of this doctors-listening magic our way. My brother is very ill and they aren't really trying to figure out why, they're just throwing drugs at the symptoms and the drugs aren't working. 

I live here! My real friends will notice I've lost weight and say "Well shit, who poisoned you this time?"

Well done your cousin and well done you, I’m glad you had them looking out for you.

Yep. That’s how I see it.