OK so I’ve been sent home from hospital for another few days… time to blog about something else for the time being… Continue reading
Of Turks, police and Ira Losco!
Personal
Getting my life back
Here it is – D-Day has truly arrived. In less than 9 hours I’ll be checking in to hospital starting the journey that will, eventually, separate my colon from me for good.
Oh Syria, wherefore are thou?
One family – the human family
Of Moon Face and being called Fat
I never thought I’d be writing this post, but I came across this story today and it set off an avalanche of memories in me, deep rooted feelings that I realise will always be there even though I’m now comfortable in my own skin. Continue reading
She
It’s been a while since I’ve blogged here, mostly due to my condition which has left me with very little energy and time to do anything much. More on that later.
But today, today I couldn’t let the day pass by without posting this. Today would have been the 75th birthday of a very, very special woman who entered my life rather late (I was 31 when I met her) but who firmly became one of my most ardent supporters, always there, with a quiet presence, but a rock solid one, firm in her convictions, but without judgement, willing to do whatever it took to be the very best person she could be. Continue reading
Humanity – a reminder
What does it take to make this world a better place?
WARNING: Graphic image follows
Today my thoughts found themselves focused on women, on what it means to be a woman, on how women live, on the challenges we face which can be the same or different to those faced by men. And on how every little step we (both men and women) make and take can be a move toward a better world. Continue reading
The magical isle of Gozo
I’ve just returned from a wonderfully serene day in Gozo which, considering we had a two year old along for the ride, is saying a lot.
The verdant hills, the sparkling clear blue waters, all contributed to allow us to forget the horrid result of yesterday’s referendum. So imagine my shock on learning that without the Gozitan votes, spring hunting would have been banned in Malta! Talk about irony… Continue reading
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