And so, I’m writing this from my new kitchen table, which really isn’t that different from my old writing space. It’s a cul-de-sac, not the country. There’s six hours driving distance, but that’s about it. There’s my coffee cup, cereal bars, and some of the kid’s drawings. So, I seem to have just moved stuff from one place to the other. New beginnings take time. Before we moved, I had visions of writing in coffee shops, finding more wheelchair accessible…
I should start by saying I wanted to open with a title to create suspense, but Neil said if I put ‘announcement’ in there it would sound like something else. And nothing doing. Which is unfair on many levels. So the title does what it says: We’re moving back to Edinburgh! Regular readers will know that we moved from Edinburgh to the country four years ago. My postnatal anxiety was still a thing, and I honestly thought the fresh air…
I’ve finished all the chocolate, so I guess I better get back to work. Hi. Happy New Year. The kid went back to school yesterday, and I’m trudging through post-holiday blues. Which replaced during-holiday blues, and moonlighted for my generalized anxiety disorder. It’s not just for Christmas. The Christmas road trip and other stories is still coming up, which includes how I met Orla at Fancy Paper. But today, I’m jumping on the yearly goal declaring bandwagon. For the past…
And so, I kinda don’t know how we got here, the eve of a new year, new decade, a turned page. My word of the year was ‘shenanigans’, and we lived up to it, although maybe not in the way I set out when I declared the word. I’ll share our recent family road trip, but today I wanted to revisit Gin & Lemonade’s Top 10 Posts of 2019. Some notes: I wrote 45 posts in 2019, and 88 in…
Well, my husband. Hi. I’ve had to spend some time this month writing about the physical side of my disability. I usually don’t focus on what I can’t do, and I usually don’t care. But I feel like I’ve been justifying my life and the help I need and now I’m actually exhausted. Maybe that’s because I wake up and feel I haven’t slept. Maybe that’s because I couldn’t get out of bed this morning. No, literally. There was my…
