Category Archives: Pog Life
colourful smiles
Pog tips of the day: If you ache from your exercise exertions yesterday from the moment you open your eyes, you’re unlikely to do a fast run in an hours time. Ignorning the fact that one of the hook and … Continue reading
The mystery of the doors
I’ve always been really good at checking things. Some people would call it OCD, but I never leave a door unlocked, a window open, or the car open for anyone to snaffle the rather eclectic 10 or so CDs that … Continue reading
Bemused, amused, confused
I guess we’ve all had someone say something about us behind our backs at some point, whether we know it or not. And usually that something is linked, at least a little bit, to some sort of reality. I thought that … Continue reading
The clumsy gene
When someone you care about is having a hard time, you do what you can to help, don’t you? It’s been tricky helping out my Sisters now I’m not round the corner from them and I did wish I could … Continue reading
Auntie, Auntie Pog
It’s not a typo. After another Beachville visit from Little Pea which included us experiencing temperature very differently: Doing some Auntie Pog / Little Pea swinging: Getting a little closer to Norman: And generally getting worn out: I took Little … Continue reading
Saturday smiles
Smile 1: Walking up to find rainbows in your house: Smile 2: Being shown a local park with lots of outdoor gym equipment – basically a grown ups playgroups – and spending an hour playing. (Note: Don’t take a photo … Continue reading
Braving Beachville yoga
I’m not very good at meeting new people. I’d rather Norman gouged my eyes out than have to walk into a room of people that I don’t know on my own. If I don’t stutter when I try talking, I say … Continue reading
Little Pea and me in Beachville
I had my first visitor to Beachville this weekend – Little Pea came to stay :o) I’ve only had him to stay overnight once before, and this time he stayed for two. I’ve come to the conclusion that there are … Continue reading
Week 1 in Beachville
It’s been a week. The good news is that Norman, Himself and I seem to be managing pretty well with our change in living arrangements. There isn’t really any bad news, now that Norman has stopped crying. Despite the drugs … Continue reading
Goodbye, Bumpkinsville.
Today is final packing day. Tomorrow morning I leave the Bumpkinsville area for the next volume in my life (‘chapter’ didn’t seem long enough. I’m hoping for more than just one chapter). I’m going to miss quite a bit. Obviously … Continue reading
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