First blog post

Write a book they said!  This sums up why I decided to start this blog, my love of writing, my want to inspire others, my survival of a life less ordinary!

The season of Colour!

As the summer gives way to a season of colour,

I have to confess, I’m am autumn lover,

There’s a chill in the breeze but still warmth in the sun,

That’s just one of the signs this season’s begun,

Our nights become cozy with blankets and throws,

As we sip hot chocolate and lick cream off our nose.

The trees put on a beautiful show, as we watch this season of colour unfold.

When stories of witches and ghosts are told,

On Halloween, we trick or treat,

But we don’t want a fright. We just want the sweets,

Then Guy fawkes comes to light up the sky with the colours of Autum way up high.

As the fireworks sparkle and from the trees, the leaves fall.

This season of colour is my most favourite of all. 

Things that go bump in the night!

I recently did something that I’ve wanted to do for years.

The setting was perfect, a stunning mansion on a country estate, in my home county. What could be a better place for a Paranormal Investigation!

I was unbelievably excited for this, having watched the TV programme “Most Haunted” for as long as I can remember. When they posted this event on their website, I just had to book it.

The evening did not disappoint. This country house holds many layers to its history, and it was clear that the ghosts of the past were still very much in the present.

For me, though, it wasn’t about confirmation that there is an afterlife, I already believe in that. I guess for me, it was an opportunity to delve a little deeper into something I find so fascinating.

Now, I totally appreciate that not everyone believes, and some might say seeing is believing, but they have never seen or heard anything, so that is proof to them that ghosts do not exist, but heres the thing, have they actually seen and heard things, but because they couldn’t explain it they brush it off instead of accepting it for what it was!

Perhaps the fear of the unknown stops them believing.

Who knows!

So, what are your thoughts on the paranormal?

Do you believe in ghosts? Do you believe that we can communicate with spirits of the dead?

Well, it’s a subject that has always interested me, and in this post, I’m going to tell you about some of my own experiences, which have given me all the proof I’ve needed.

My experiences started when I was a child.

Between the ages of 5 and 10, I lived with my family in a really old house, (well, you can’t have a ghost story without a really old house now can you) no seriously, the house was old, I mean it still had an outside loo.  It was one of the only two houses that stood in that road, and despite that fact I hated the spider filled, freezing cold (in winter) outside loo, I did love the house, In fact, I would say the years we lived there were probably the happiest of my childhood. I still smile when I think about it, now and I do feel sad that it is no longer standing. It was knocked down and replaced by a carpark that belongs to the local council.

Anyway, there was no doubt in my mind that we shared that house with the spirits of those that had gone before us and possibly even their cat!

That was actually my earliest memory of the goings on at the house. The thing was, when this first started happening, we didn’t even have a cat.

I remember what happened so well, the prodding sensation at the bottom of my bed would wake me up, it was that movement that cats do when they are getting ready to settledown (sometimes referred to as making biscuits because of the kneading like motion) I’m not going to lie I was pretty scared at first and yes I did think I was dreaming, but the longer it went on I laid there with my eyes wide open, the covers pulled tight against my feet as though something was holding them down the more I was convinced there was an actual cat on my bed. Too scared to look, I would squeeze my eyes tightly shut, and eventually, I’d fall back to sleep. This happened repeatedly whilst we lived in the house and after that first night we would often catch a glimps of a cat throughout the house, at all different times of the day and night, so much so we would go searching for it thinking a stray had wandered in somehow.

Eventually, we did get a cat, but it was never allowed in overnight, my mum said she didn’t want it “doing its business” somewhere in the house whilst we were sleeping, regardless of that, I continued to have my midnight visitor at the bottom of the bed, I guess I just got used to it eventually and I no longer felt scared, afterall, it was just a cat right!

From there on things would happen on a daily basis, some more scary than others, and there was definitively an atmosphere in some parts of the house, it almost felt like there was something dark in some of the rooms, something harmful even, but on the other hand it felt like there was also something good, like maybe it was protecting us.

The worst part of the house for me was the hallway, this led to the dining room and then onto the kitchen, it always felt like someone was watching you from the dining room as you approached down the hall, in the winter months when it was dark it was even worse,   it was quite daunting looking down the hall into the blackness ahead, and for that reason whenever I had to go to the kitchen all the lights went on before I even moved, it just felt less scary.  I know the mind can play tricks on you in the dark, but what happened this particular night was not a trick of the mind.

I headed down the hall and having reached the dining room, first things first I put light on then continued through to the kitchen, just as I got there about to turn the next light on I heard a click behind me and the dining room light went off, for a few seconds I just stood there frozen to the spot with my hand on the light switch in the kitchen my heart started to pound, the sheer panic I felt in those few seconds was so intense, (even writing about it now I still remember how it felt). I hit the switch in the kitchen, and with that light now on, I slowly turned and looked back into the dining room, but no-one was there, feeling panicked and not sure what to do I took a step back into the dining room and immediately as I did so there was the click of kitchen switch and light went off!

Now in darkness, I couldnt see anything, and the only sound was my heart pounding, I screamed and made a run for it, towards the hallway with my eyes shut, holding my  breath, crashing into my stepdad who had heard me scream and had come out of the living room to find out what had happened. OK, now that might not sound terrifying to you, but, this was not a power outage, a blown bulb or a tripped fuse, the light switches had been physically turned off, I heard it, at the exact moment the lights went out.

As far as I’m concerned, this was paranormal activity!

That area of the house seemed to be more active with unpleasant occurances than anywhere else. My sister got shut in the cupboard under the stairs one evening, unable to open the door from either side, my stepdad pulling at the handle from outside as she pushed from inside, with no luck for several minutes, after which time the door suddenly opened of its own accord and my sister almost fell as she rushed towards us, hysterically crying whilst we stood in disbelief of what had just happened. The door had no lock, and the handle was fully operational. The cupboard was used to store the hoover, the ironing board and other cleaning and laundry products, she had gone in to get something and the door had closed behind her, it didn’t have a light, so she was in darkness, she thought it had been me messing about but I was in the living room with my stepdad when we heard her shouting and banging on the door.

There had been a strange smell in the cupboard for weeks after that, and neither myself or my sister would go in it on our own again. We would stand at the door and hold it open whilst the other one went in and got what they needed.

One of the less scary things, we experienced although it still gave us a fright when it first happened were the pennies from heaven, well, thats what we called them, it happened on several occasions whilst we were watching TV, all of a sudden out of nowhere, a penny or a two penny piece would drop onto the floor from above our heads, I know that sounds unbelievable but I think we would have noticed if someone in the room had been throwing them in the air. I mean, it did freak us out, but it wasn’t frightening like the other things that happened.

Sometimes, when we had been out we would get home and before we had even entered the front door we could hear music blasting out of the front room, we’d go in and the  “radiogram” (I think that’s what they called it)  would be on full volume even though no-one was in the house, this had to be physically switched on, there was no leaving it on standing by, but there it was blasting Elvis Presley or whatever songs were on the radio at that time, it was just the strangest thing.

These are just a few of the many things that I experienced whilst living in the house, and I truly believe that it was paranormal. Now, as an adult, I am still experiencing things that I cannot explain. Things go missing from around my current home only to reappear days later in the most random places. And yes I know I can be forgetful, but I’m not at the stage of putting the milk in the oven just yet!! Haha!!

My cats wake up instantly from their sleep and stare intensely at the stairs as if someone is about to appear. (I can’t lie. This freaks me out quite alot!)

I often feel like someone is watching me, its such an intense feeling and this recently happened to me at a friend’s house, I had gone to the house whilst she was in hospital, to tidy up and give it a clean for her, but from the moment I walked in I could feel the atmosphere, like someone was there watching me, from behind a door or the top of the stairs, it was so intense that I called out “hello” thinking someone was there. I went into each room to have a look around, and as I did so I heard an almighty bang in the kitchen, like something had been knocked over, I actually thought someone had broke in and they were about to jump out on me. After hesitantly checking in the kitchen. Nothing had moved or was out of place,  I was the only person in the house, so, I said out loud, “I’m just here to clean the house, that’s all” Then after a few minutes the atmosphere lifted, and I felt fine.

It’s funny, really, because I remember the childhood experiences so clearly, like they only happened yesterday and sometimes they still make my heart pound or the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when I think about them, the memories of what happened there have never left me. I almost wish the house was still standing so I could go back to see how it would feel now.

I don’t know why I experienced these events, but in a way, I am grateful that I did, I think it has made me more open-minded and also possibly less scared of death. I won’t pretend that I don’t get scared, but the fear only makes it more real.

I continue to be intrigued by the paranormal and by things that go bump in the night!

I still haven’t found what I’m looking for!

I wrote this poem as a reflection of how I feel at times when, after searching and striving for so long to be where I want to be, to be truly happy I still feel that I’m standing still. And whilst that’s not the full reality of my life, as I have grown and achieved so much.

I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.

My story is unwritten, my path is not set.

I know what I’m looking for. I just haven’t found it yet.

Going through the motions just to stay alive.

My body is exhausted, my mind’s in overdrive.

Sometimes, it’s overwhelming, and I feel like giving up.

I’ll throw in the towel. Enough is enough.

Trying to stay positive when the struggle is real.

I’m striving for better, but sometimes I feel…….Lost in this life, I can’t find my way.

I don’t know the answers or the right things to say.

Working so hard for the smallest of wins.

Is this my punishment for the smallest of sins.

I may appear strong , but I so feel weak.

In search of the simple things that I seek.

I’m not winning at life but can’t settle for less.

So, I have to keep fighting for true happiness.

Just hoping the pieces will fall into place.

And it will have been worth it. for a life I can fully embrace.

I will find my path to where I should be.

To feel fulfilled and finally be free.

I will live in that house right next to the sea.

And I will write my story, for you all to read.

Don’t stand so close to me!

Personal space is something that I feel so strongly about, I don’t feel comfortable when someone I don’t know crosses that line, and I have good reason to feel this way.

Sometimes, a situation you find yourself in can trigger a memory or a feeling from your past and cause the emotion of that memory, whether good or bad, to re-surface. This happened to me recently, and in my case, neither emotion nor memory were welcome.

The problem I have here is that what happened could be deemed as perfectly innocent from the outside looking in, and perhaps it was meant that way. But at that moment in time for a few seconds, I was transported back to being a teenager and a time in my life that a traumatic experience took place,  it shocked me at how quickly that memory rose to the surface and caused a flashback that I hadn’t had in quite a few years.

So, do we ever really fully heal from trauma, or do we just learn to hide the scars from our past with what we learn through therapy? In my opinion, it’s a combination of the two. Therapy absolutely helped me to deal with what I’d been through, and It gave me the validation I needed to start the healing process. That said, however, I still have the memory of it, I don’t dwell on it, and I don’t think about it, but it is part of me, and it has shaped how I navigate certain situations in life.

In alot of ways this recent incident has  confirmed to me that I have faced up to this demon and I won the battle, I was able to talk openly about it and why it triggered me, I also controlled my reaction to it in a calm way and was able to remove myself safely.

So, what actually happened???

Ok, my place of work has a showroom where people can come and take a look at the products we sell. Whilst demonstrating a product to a potential customer, he decided that it was OK to grab hold of my hand and make a comment about me not having a ring on my finger.

Now, some of you might be thinking, so what, why is that such a big deal! I did say at the beginning of this post that what happened could be deemed as perfectly innocent. BUT. Here’s why what he did was NOT OK!

First and foremost, his actions sparked a flashback to me being sexually assaulted as a teenager by a man old enough to be my grandfather. This guy was of a similar age to him. This caused alarm bells to go off in my head and validated the reasons why my personal space is so important to me.

Secondly, why, as women, are we still having to accept sexist actions and comments from men as a bit of a laugh and a joke! I can take a joke as much as the next person, but why does it always have to have a sexual innuendo. (I know NOT ALL men behave this way) But there are a lot that do! And yes, I know that there are women who act inappropriately also, but I am talking about my recent experience here!

Lastly if I had reacted badly to his inappropriate action, I would have been seen as the one in the wrong, I would have been told I was overreacting and because he is a potential customer we may have lost his business over something that was supposedly perfectly innocent and wasn’t meant to cause upset.

And that’s why am I writing about it! Because this is what people who have been through trauma have to deal with, what might seem like an inoccent act to someone could be a trigger of a past trauma to someone else. It can cause a wave of emotions and memories to wash over you in a split second. Not everyone heals from things they have experienced, and even if they have, it will always stay with them. You don’t just forget! So be prepared that their reaction might not  be what you’re expecting.

I’m not scared to tell my story, I have learned how to grow from my past, which does enable me to write about it, to deal with it in the right way without getting upset, but that doesn’t mean I will be quiet about it, and I certainly won’t be made to feel that what I’ve experienced was not worth a second thought.

I suppose my point in this case is that we are all accountable for our own actions. We should never assume anything. The fact that I don’t have a ring on my finger is irrelevant to my relationship status or my availability, and it does not mean it’s an invitation for anyone to assume I would welcome their attention.

It was the first time I had met this man, and I find the fact that he was so comfortable with his familiarity towards me, actually quite concerning.

So, where do we draw the line? As humans, we can’t control another person’s behaviour, we can only control our reaction to it, but without enforcing boundaries, how do we make others realise that these actions are not acceptable.

We never know what someone has been through in their life, so we should be respectful and treat others how we would like to be treated. 

Unless I personally invite you, don’t stand so close to me. You might not like my reaction.

How I’m getting off my guilt trip journey!

What is it with me and feeling guilty!

I have always struggled with feelings of guilt, and over the years I have battled with myself about it, not always really understanding where these feelings come from, although as someone who has always felt like they never fitted in, did I just become a people pleaser through fear of being left out! Who knows, I mean I look at other people sometimes and think they don’t seem to feel any guilt and believe me I have known a few dickheads in my time, who absolutely should be laden with gulit of their behaviour. So,why is it that I seem to feel so much guilt and even for the most random reasons, for example, if I cancel a fitness class, or when I’ve been ill and had a sick day from work, or I’ve had a lay in on the weekend, even though I feel exhausted from my 5.30am starts in the week, I still feel guilty if 8am and I haven’t got my backside out of bed yet. I mean, it’s crazy right? I am always questioning myself if I do something that is right for me at that moment in time and feeling like I am running around like a headless chicken to catch up!

It’s definitely something I have recognised in myself and whilst I don’t believe that it is always a bad thing because it shows I am conscientious about my actions I do think it also holds me back in some ways, it means usually that I will put someone else’s needs before mine, because I won’t feel guilty about letting them down, it also means that sometimes I take on other people’s problems and go out of my way to help them. It can sometimes mean that I will book my weekends so full that I don’t get a single minute to myself because I hate the guilty feeling I get for “wasting” my free time. I  know all too well that when Sunday evening rolls around the guilt I will feel if the answer to that Monday morning question at work is, (did you get up to much at the weekend? )  No, not really, I say, and then my mind goes into overdrive with thoughts like you’ve wasted another weekend, another opportunity to get out and about and maybe meet the man of your dreams (haha, I’m just kidding on that last part 😀I dont think they actually exsist), But you get the idea!

So what do I about this? Do I need therapy? Well, probably yes, but I can’t afford it, so right now, it’s not an option. It has to be a DIY self-help journey or not at all. So, this is how I have been working on it, and I have started with one of my biggest guilt factors which sits right alongside my OCD traits, (I’m doing well here aren’t!) which is keeping a shipshape home. I came to the conclusion a while ago that I was spending way too much time getting stressed about keeping my home immaculate, so much so, that I found I didn’t have time for much else, and yes whilst it is important to me to have a clean and tidy home I have learnt that I also need to have a life!

So, each week, I give myself a weekend mission, now this could be something like deep clean the kitchen and bathroom and wash the car, this then becomes my must do list of jobs for the weekend (I try not to overload myself as it defeats the purpose.) and as long as I get this done I don’t allow myself to feel guilty if I then spend an hour or two lounging around, because I have completed my mission. I have found that if I break it down, I can deal with it so much better because I am still achieving something that’s productive and It’s also to a degree satisfying my OCD traits, which can be annoyingly persistent.

Now, I do confess that those thoughts of guilt do attempt to creep in, but I try and shut them down as quick as I can, because you know what I work full time in the week and I need my some of my weekend to be about me. Its taken my most of my life realise this so changing those ingrained habits of a lifetime can be hard, but I am seeing a progressive improvement and with this in mind I am trying to apply it to all areas of my life, it does mean however that I am kind of living my life by a “things to do” list, which isn’t a bad thing really is it? I don’t think so! I have been on this personal guilt trip train for far too long and gone way past my stop, its time to get off! And if this means I can free my mind from it, then a “things to do” list is my new best friend.

I have also found that journaling has helped me massively, it helps me to remind myself of what is important to me in life, to keep my good habits in check, and not to drift away from the things I love to do. This doesn’t mean for a second that I’m no longer a caring person or that my home has become a pigsty (never in a million years is that going to happen 😆) but it means I am allowing myself to live for me and to focus on what makes me happy without the guilt trip!

It is work in progress, but I feel like I’m on the right path. There are so many lessons to learn in life, and this has been one of the hardest for me to acknowledge and do something about, I almost want to say it’s another one ticked of the list haha 😄.

She is me!

She’s ferocious, firece and sometimes a little bit scary.

No, she’s not she’s soft and kind and full of empathy.

Her tongue is sharp, and her words are blunt.

Ok, I agree, but it’s all just a front.

Her confidence is low, but she’s hides it well.

In all honesty, you couldn’t really tell.

The smile is a mask, and she wears it with pride.

Even at times when she’s dying inside.

She takes no crap and she’ll tell you straight,

But I will tell you now it’s not out of hate.

She’s always secretly fighting the fight.

From the pain of her past to make things right.

She strong, she’s calm, she’s in control,

I can tell you she’s not. It’s just a role…..

…..that she plays to survive in this fucked up life.

Where women are no longer just mother and wife.

sometimes she cries,when she feels she’s not good enough.

But she doesn’t need anyone she’s really tough.

I promise you she’s not, she still needs love.

What you see are the barriers of a woman who’s been broken.

But who has got back up and not left words unspoken.

Yes, she is resilient, but certainly not fearless.

Sometimes, she’s brave, and sometimes… she’s… well, a mess!

But she’ll show you only what she wants you to see.

And how do I know? For she is me!

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If we just take a moment!

If we just take a moment to stop and standstill, a pause from life’s treadmill.

What would we hear, and what would we feel.

In a life full of demands, how do we fulfil…..

Our needs … and how do we reset, how do we heal.

If we just take a moment to stop and look around.

In this life, there is much beauty to be found.

To hear nature’s song, to feel the sun on our skin.

We just need to take a moment to breathe it all in.

The pressure of everyday life can pull us under.

But if we just take a moment to stop and see the wonder…

This beautiful world has to offer….it lifts your spirit and heals your soul.

If we just take a moment, it can help us to  feel… …whole!

Being in nature is lifes medicine!

F**k this Tory S**t I’m off to Narnia!

Warning this post contains swearing and a bit of a rant! It is also based on my own opinions, so you may not agree, but this is how I see it!

So, let’s talk politics!

Wait….before you scroll past, please hear me out!

Let’s face it, politics is not many peoples bag, mine included, but it is a subject that we should really try to get to grips with, well, the basics anyway. With this general election looming (in the UK), it is an opportunity to make a much needed change, one that we have been desperate for since the covid pandemic, right? Over the past years and especially since Covid the UK has gone downhill fast, and quite frankly, the current government in my opinion are no more than a bunch of clowns turning the UK into some sort of circus!

The only thing great about Great Britain is the ” great big mess” that this country is in, and it’s clear that we can’t continue like this! Believe me, if Narnia was an option, I’d be telling Mr Tumus to get the kettle on!

In this day and age people should not be living on streets, and families should not be living in poverty, in all honesty food banks should not even be a thing, this is 2024 not the 1400’s! For f**k sake! As the rich get richer and the poor get poorer! I’m literally waiting for Robin Hood to make a comeback any day now!

How is it that we can progress technology at a rate that would give Usain Bolt a run for his money, but we can’t rent a house for more than double the cost of a mortgage! And as for trying to buy a property, well, if you can stay at home with your parents until you’re 40, then you might have a chance of saving a deposit! Everyone should have the opportunity to live in a comfortable home without the threat of eviction at a drop of a hat or homelessness because of a change in circumstances! It’s no surprise that we have so many people living on the streets! And no plan how to change it.

With a government that has had more leaders than some people have had hot dinners (and I mean that literally!) After crashing the UK economy, they are now appaulding themselves for bringing inflation down for the first time in months, how convenient two weeks before the general election! So why does it feel like we are drowning in the daily struggle of life under this government (I’m not talking about the fat cats whose bank accounts are bulging at the seams,) I’m talking about the “average Jo” here, people like you and me, who work hard and don’t have much to show for it, because you’re not telling me that the likes of Rishi Sunak knows what it’s like to have to choose whether to eat or to put the heating on! No, he doesn’t he’s bloody clueless, with his millions in the bank, access to private health care and all the privileges that come with being rich (I can guarantee he doesn’t have to wait 8 weeks to see a GP that’s for sure) so how does he have any idea what the people of this country need? Well, clearly, he doesn’t. He thinks introducing compulsory nation service is going to solve everything! Has he stopped to think how the thought of having to do that might affect people’s mental health? Of course he hasn’t! Because he doesn’t care that we already have a mental health crisis in this country, and why is that? Lack of resources and funding!

These are just some of the issues here, but in reality, it doesn’t even scratch the surface.

Now, I know there are alot of people in the UK that don’t vote, and the reason they don’t vote is because they don’t trust the politicians, they don’t believe their promises and they think its a waste of time, and who can blame people for feeling this way, watching this battle between the parties is like being back in the school playground, its embarrassing, so, how can we trust any of them to run the country and pull us out of this s**t situation that we are in, I get it, and you know what to a degree I feel the same, BUT, if this current government get in again it’s only going to get worse, do you really want that? If you are sick of Rishi Sunak and his band of not so merry men, then you do have the power to make a difference.

So, if you feel like I do but you feel that it’s pointless voting, you are WRONG! I’m sorry, I  don’t mean to offend anyone with my bluntness, but it’s true! It is the only way to do something about it, If you dont vote, you are choosing to live this way! That’s a fact. This is your opportunity to have your say. By giving your vote to one of the other parties, its one less vote for these clowns and less chance of them getting in again, I urge you to take some time out and check out the manifestos and actually put your vote where your mouth is! Do something to help change the situation we are in. Just think about the future of your children if nothing else!

You might think that if you vote for one of the smaller parties that this won’t make a difference because they are unlikely to win, I get your point, however, it does make a difference it gets them more seats in Parliament and gives them more of a say in what goes on, for years and years the Labour and Conservative parties have battered this country back and forth like a ping pong ball, and ok its likely that Labour is going to win this election, but nothing is guaranteed and in my opinion its not necessarily the best outcome, but, its better than what we have now, I have read their manifesto and there are some good points in there. I also believe that they do stand for working class people.

If we really want change and we aren’t just a bunch of moaning brits (which is how most other countries see us) then we need to stand up for what we want our country to be, Britain should be a “Great” place to live but the way we are going in many respects it is starting to resemble a third world country, this government are bleeding us dry! I’m sorry to say this and again this is not meant to offend anyone but we see alot of charity adverts about children starving in the world, (now, I am all for giving to charity and I do when we can.) But the reality is children are starving in this country too, children are living in poverty in this country too, but do they advertise that? No, they don’t because they dont want us to know that reality! OK, we do have access to food, but as it stands right now, it is overpriced, and why is that? Because of Brexit, another great idea of this government, leading people to believe that we would be better off leaving the EU, maybe in some ways we are.By the way does anyone know what happened to David Cameron after dropping that almighty clanger, as I recall he seemed to disappear of the face of the earth, (leaving Teresa May to pick up the pieces) but making a comeback recently to the Tory party when realising he can’t survive unless being on an MP’s salary! Cheers for that David! For f*****g us all over and then f*****g off!

I know this post might seem all doom and gloom but we really need to open our eyes to the reality of what is going on in this country, I know it’s easy to get distracted right now with the Euro’s football tournament happening at the moment and the likes of Taylor Swift taking the country by storm, not to mention the Glastonbury festival about to kick off but don’t you think this is all very convenient for the government, to call the general election smack bang in the middle of all this, when people want to forget how s**t things are for awhile, in the hope that football might actually be coming home! (I’m not holding breath) Before we know it, the votes have been counted, and we are facing the consequences of our lack of action and possibly another five years of hell! So, please just look behind the scenes and wake up to the reality of what’s to come if we choose not to vote and not to have our voices heard!

I know change won’t happen overnight, its going to take time turn things around but don’t waste your opportunity to make a difference, because this government is banking on the millions who don’t usually vote to do the same again this time.

It’s quite ironic don’t you think that Rishi Sunak called the election on Independence Day, and I hope in all honesty I am praying it bites him on the arse and it will be the day we break free from his government to have some chance of making Britain “Great” again!

On Father’s Day!

This one is for my dad, who, unfortunately, is no longer with us. Whilst I think of him often, it’s never easy when Father’s Day comes round 😒. Gone but never forgotten ❤️.

On Father’s Day..

I do not see you, but you are here,

I cannot not hug you, but I feel you near,

I know you hear me when I speak to you,

When I say I love you and I miss you too,

The tears still fall, and for a while,

I feel sad, and I lose my smile,

You are in my heart, and there you’ll stay,

If only I had one more chance to say….

Hey Dad, Happy Fathers Day!

I don’t want to feel….

I don’t want to feel… the emotions that are about to hit me!


I’m going to talk about mental health illness and the effects it has on both the person who is experiencing it and the people in their life.

It’s going to get emotional!