Seer of the invisible, scribe of the unwritten. Who is this guy? You really, really read me! March 18, 2018. Thanks to a dear friend. Whom I originally met through WordPress, I just discovered that this is my 5. That said, it would be completely understandable if my supporters wondered that I was still here, I have posted so rarely in the past year. This will change, sort of.

Virtual assistant, Secretary, Book-keeper, Resume Writer, Blogger. How to upload audio recording files. Sharing files the Drop Box way.

Just a quick note about me. Me and hubby have been taking off out of town every chance we get to go fishing. every trip is unplanned pretty much. He just wakes up in the morning and says lets go.

Finding and practicing grace in recovery. Making Amends with no Expectations. A Slow Descent into Madness? June 16, 2015. All day I have been asking myself why I would dream that, when I feel so grounded in my recovery. Do I have underlying stress that I am not consciously aware of? Is my medication not working anymore? Are my crazy peri-menopausal hormones taking over? Nothing has to happen for me to have a bad day.

Robin, Rach and Joe! Creativity, food, family and Cystic Fibrosis. On the 27th September this year me and Rob are doing our first ever 5K run and we are hoping to help Sarah, our sister in law and family friend Becky- who are running the Birmingham Half marathon in October- raise funds. For the Cystic Fibrosis Trust. Inspired by the duathlon he did for fun in June Rob has. The Cystic Fibrosis Trust is.

A poem a day keeps the clouds away. I came to present a paper at a conference. Feeling foreign in my business clothes. Formally dressed in this place where I was so casual. No bra bare nails no skirts long hair no heels my bare face. I had this event on my calendar for months. Is how I felt,. Seeing the remnants of the skin I had just shed,. But still uncomfortable in my new face. Everything so familiar, the quad, the clock tower, my professor, some of my classmates,.

Always look on the bright side. What is the matter with me! I am fed up of worrying constantly. I should be over the moon. I mean look at this. This is the hurried post-it note from hubbys consultant. It shows that his BCR-ABL is down to almost nothing.