Tag Archives: terminal
Ready Steady Book!
5, 4, 3, 2, 1… THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO! Booking is now open for the stage adaptation of my blog, Funny Matters… CLICK HERE for the online box office & all show info … Continue reading
Break-up. Breakdown. Breakthrough
The 25th of October 2011. I remember it well. It was my Mum and step-dad David’s 25th wedding anniversary. I wanted to make a fuss of her. Of them. After … Continue reading
Bitter-Sweet Charity
This post is a follow-on from my last one – Confessions of a Dysfunctional Daughter. So if you haven’t already read it. It’s probably a good idea to do that … Continue reading
An Unexpected Inheritance
I’ve always considered myself to be quite a shy person. I know this might cause guffaws from some. Those who know me. But it’s true. Meeting new people. Joining groups. … Continue reading
Going Ape With Mum
Right. Enough is enough. Stop with the distractions. I went off the beaten track for a few weeks there. Didn’t I? Got caught up in the bright lights. Of hospice … Continue reading
Hospice: The ‘H’ Word
You may have seen me on my Facebook page this week frothing at the mouth with excitement and honour at my hospice article being published in the acclaimed www.ehospice.com! If not, … Continue reading
Two Years On…
Today is 14th of July 2014. Bastille Day. The anniversary of the beginning of the French revolution. The storming of the Bastille. For me though, it’s something far more significant. … Continue reading
My Can Of Worms
Last week I was approached by two different organisations to write about my positive hospice experience. Hmm. Positive. Somehow it feels peculiar to use that word. In the context of … Continue reading
My Mum Doctorate
I’m one of those people doctors love to hate. A researcher. Oh come on. Who doesn’t love a good research? <Tumbleweed> When I go and see the doctor. Chances are … Continue reading
The Marian Keyes Effect
I’ve finally done it! I’ve managed to write a short post. Well. You do deserve a reprieve Truthfully though. It’s not the post I’d planned. Gone slightly off-piste today. I know. … Continue reading
My Mum The Chemo Bandit
What is it with doctors’ surgeries? They’re full of people with infectious illnesses. Not ideal for hypochondriacs, I bet. They probably leave the doctors convinced they’ve contracted everything under the … Continue reading
How I Became A Compulsive Liar
My name’s Angela. And I’m a curtain-twitcher Well. A recovering one You see. I come from a long line of curtain-twitchers (see last post). You could say it’s an hereditary … Continue reading
How Are You?
How are you? Seems like a simple question. Three words. Uncomplicated Or is it? When you to say to someone ‘how are you?’ What do you expect back? The standard … Continue reading
My First Time
Do you remember your first time? I do. No. I don’t mean that first time… Tut. I don’t know. One track mind I mean the first time you realised your … Continue reading
Hatfield & The North
Hatfield. The childhood abode of Elizabeth I. The birthplace of the Mosquito fighter bomber. Most famous for? The Hatfield train crash, of course. For me. It just happened to be where … Continue reading
And Then I Did Jury Service…
I had been excited for months about doing my jury service. First off. It was a two week holiday from the job I hated. On top of that. I had … Continue reading
The Stupid Things We Say
Many years ago, my best friend and I were being chatted up in Barcelona by a couple of musicians. As was always the case, she got ‘the good one’. A … Continue reading