“You could put that Madeira in one of your cocktails,” Mum says. “Where is it?” I say, pouring gin, Cointreau and lemon juice into the measuring jug. Am making a White Lady. “In the door of the fridge,” Mum says. Opening the fridge, I take out the tall thin bottle, open it, sniff it. Am […]
“Right,” I say to Seb as he’s throwing his rucksack over his shoulder and preparing to leave. “Am going to make a note that we’re up to The Flood episode in Season Six of Mad Men so…” “What – that’s the last one we’ve watched?” Seb says. “I’m sorry that I’m not clearing up – […]
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Writing this with a heavy heart, but have decided to put this blog on hold for the time being. My energies and enthusiasms are more engaged at present with my new cycling, bipolar and sportswear blog: Www.rapidcyclistwordpresscom.wordpress.com Can’t write two blogs everyday and it is making me stressed trying to keep up with both of […]
A Ginuary triumph: The Portrait of A Pink Lady: He looks even better in a photo with this person, my new Triceratops Chanukiah: You can see them together in the attached photo. Am sitting in the bath, removing my pink micropore from my scars. Seeing an infected corner, with a stitch still in there, […]
“I got you a little something, for our anniversary and Valentine’s Day,” I say to Seb when he calls yesterday. “When’s Valentine’s Day?” Seb says. “February 14th,” I say. Surely he ought to know this, but then again maybe it’s a good sign that he doesn’t: it means he hasn’t been wining and dining a […]
One characteristic of manic depressives is a tendency to become obsessed with people, subjects or things. Have learned about a variety of subjects because of my disorder: from Robbie Williams to Akitas and from Michael Ballack to the Icelandic horse. These obsessions can become expensive, and tend to last for the duration of a hypomanic […]
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“Hey apologies for last night I must of sounded a complete idiot,” the message comes through this morning from new Bright Young Thing. Must Have, I think. Oh dear. “By any chance are you available next week instead. I have a deadline on Sunday and fear I…
“Tanya, it’s Seb,” Mum calls through the bathroom door. “Where?” I shout. “On the phone,” Mum calls. “On my way,” I shout, hauling myself out of the bath, pulling my towel round me. “So, the thing about garden birds is that they’re an artificially sustained population,” Mum is saying into the phone when I make […]
“How was it darling?” I text Seb at 2.34pm. The exam started at midday so must be finished by now, I think. “Not too bad, not sure really,” he replies. “Should pass. How are you my lovely?” “Am OK,” I say. The phone rings. It’s Seb. “Hello my darling,” I say. “Hello my lovely,” he […]
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