I now have quiz apps on my phone. I’ve always enjoyed quizzing but have tried not to do it too often because it’s so addictive! The apps reminded me how much I love learning geography trivia – in particular, capital cities and flags.
Next thing I knew, I had bought a book about flags, and flash cards. It took me a few days to learn the flags of all the countries in the world (well, mostly). It’s fun to discover the meaning behind them, when and why they came into use, and that leads on to Continue reading
As I put on my makeup this morning, I decided to ignore a particularly aggressive cluster of spots. After all, there’s only so much that can be done – the redness can be covered but not the texture. It’s fine.
I wish I’d always been this blasé.
When I was in my early teens, my spots might as well have been shouting across the room. I don’t suppose anyone else cared though, or even noticed.
It’s important to have Continue reading
My fellow students have started to discuss the Creative Writing PhD. I won’t be signing up for it after the MA. There are things that could make me change my mind, but this is how I feel at the moment.
I’ve realised in the past couple of years that I’m not as academic as I used to think. I enjoyed academia at a lower level and could achieve good grades. Now, it makes me feel as if I’m playing a game, working out the rules and seeing how far I can stray from them. There’s something about it that goes against Continue reading
Hannah 1 – Travel Anxiety 0
The ten-hour train journey from Cornwall to North Wales turned out to be easy. It helps that I’ve travelled the route twice before with other people. It’s the first time I’ve been on a train on my own though!
When something causes me anxiety, the key is planning. I wrote careful lists of what to take and in which bags, kept notes about train times and station practicalities, and visualised all the changes and taxi logistics. This probably sounds obsessive (because it is, teehee). But it doesn’t keep me in a control-freak trap.
‘Obsessive’ preparation tricks my mind into believing there’s Continue reading
I went to the care home and had a chat with a lovely carer. She works hard, is kind to everyone, and always has a smile on her face.
She had brought in two puddings for my great aunt to choose between. One was a trifle in a tall sundae glass; the other a piece of Victoria sponge in a bowl, swimming in cream. My great aunt chose the Victoria sponge.
I smiled at the lady, who has a foreign accent, and said, ‘It’s lovely weather today – feels like spring!’
She hesitated Continue reading
One day in February, I made a spontaneous decision to escape the house for a few hours. I walked along the coastal path, stopping a couple of times to do some reading work. I felt blessed to be able to do that.
A picture paints a thousand words. (Yes, Artist Brother, be as smug as you like.). Here are eight thousand words in photo form! Continue reading
On January 23rd, 20-year-old Adam went for a hike along the coastal path towards Clarach. He didn’t return. He was found a few days later by the RNLI, but despite their best efforts, he passed away.
I cried when my brother Jonny phoned to tell me the news about his housemate. I cried along with Mum when we had a video chat to talk about it. I cried on and off for the rest of the evening. I cried as I did the Bible reading in chapel the following morning. And I cried as I came across One More Light by Linkin Park, a song about losing a loved one.
Grief often seems to come with a Continue reading