The Bad Stuff

Counting Time

Since I left my insane, abusive ex, the expected PTSD has revealed a most unexpected side effect. Counting time. You may not have heard of this. In fact I have googled it so many times, that the mouse finds its own way to the page now. And, guess what?? I found nothing! Nothing to reassure… Continue reading Counting Time


A Poem by Queen Liz

As I sit upon my comfortable Queenly throne, A myriad of quite regal thoughts ’round me drone. Should I take tea with that nice Jeremy Corbyn? Or maybe visit my yappy House of Corgis? . Phillip the Brave lies in his chamber, still snoring. Doubtless dreaming of future gaffes for performing. The palace maids are… Continue reading A Poem by Queen Liz

Writing 'n' Stuff

I Should Be Writing, But…

  …I just need to get a snack; the right snack!   My feet are cold. Just getting a hot water bottle. Facebook: Oooh, friend request! Coffee… forgot the coffee. Drat! Forgot to charge laptop. Charging…10%…11%…. Sitting down. Charged. Warm. Fed. Coffee. Drrrrriiiiiiiing!! Doorbell…     Packet received, signed for. Ready… You Tube. Hey, new… Continue reading I Should Be Writing, But…