9.50am My phone rings. Why is it ringing? What time is it?! I have ‘Do No Disturb’ set between 11pm and 8.15am. Nobody booty-calls me anyway these days but, you know, just in case. Its Sophie’s dad, Kane. “I got the time wrong! Its [online conference/AGM] at 10am, not 11am!”… Continue reading
I’ve been flipping from completely blase one moment, to agonising fear ripping through my stomach the next. And out the other end. (Sorry for that mental image haha!) Continue reading
Me, to my Google ads It was all going to so well. The My Money diary on the BBC website sent thousands of readers to my blog. And read it they did. Over 20k hits and still going. Although admittedly in the hundreds now not thousands. Bloody brilliant! Was on… Continue reading
I kid you not, I’ve had to ask Sophie if she can take Bailey into her bedroom. He won’t let me type! So needy.Wants attention 24/7. Continue reading
I always worried that Twitter would be my downfall. That I’d say the wrong thing to the wrong person. It happened years ago Continue reading
Its not that I get writer’s block, its more website block. Don’t open it! Why not? I don’t know! Continue reading
What is it now, over a week since I decided to give The Secret my full attention? Glorious weather so I’ve managed to feel happy & positive most days. The aim being that good things will happen. As long as I think positive. Continue reading
Well for starters that’s not me in the photo above. But that’s the goal. To jump for joy! Continue reading
I’m an idiot. An idiot who shouldn’t be engaged with until after at least two coffees or an hour after waking. Whichever comes first. I’m a lucid dreamer you see. Always have been but definitely so much worse since brain injury and the meds I now take. Continue reading