This is not a ‘change my mind for me’ piece of writing, I’m sick to death of reading/hearing/thinking about it. After this the word is not coming out of my mouth or off my fingers. Right, here goes… Continue reading
In the meantime, if you can let me have your good views/reads I’ll compile a Lockdown 2 list as soon as the drugs work. Continue reading
Its now 2017, over a year since accident and I’m back in doctor’s office (my second home) telling him right wrist is still agony and can barely use right hand. Constantly swollen and painful. Off I went for more MRIs. Bet I glow in the dark. Continue reading
I mean yeah, it doesn’t look like it came from the kitchen of a Michelin starred restaurant but it tasted good. Works out at 70p a head based on six servings. Continue reading
I have Complex Regional Pain Syndrome in my right wrist. I can use my right hand for about 5 seconds before the pain is agonising. I’m lucky my daughter does the prepping but she’s not always here with her busy college life. Continue reading
Now where was I before Part 3 – oh yes, the pain. After not being able to move/bake anything for four months I realised a baker’s life maybe wasn’t to be. I had the enthusiasm and love of baking but not the physical ability to do it. Continue reading
Its at this point I realise I probably shouldn’t be exchanging cakes for money without this hygiene certificate. Its illegal. Oh. But I’d bought loads of cake ingredients in advance for this week that I couldn’t afford. Continue reading
12:30pm Jo pops round for a cuppa, tell her about the mis-sent email to an unknown S, we laugh, she leaves, I feel bereft. Continue reading
In a word, no. Probably not, due to acquired disabilities. I worked from 7am to 1pm in a bakers and I absolutely loved it. £5 a shift. Bread was baked on the premises, smelt divine. And who wouldn’t want to be surrounded by cakes all day? Well me after a… Continue reading