Already tracked down biological mother but she doesn’t want to meet/know me and my siblings (two sisters and one brother on her side) don’t know I exist. I’m a dirty secret. For now. 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