Maybe it’s the story-teller in me, or the Irish, but I’ve always been prone to over-hyping any account of my experiences. You know, the reality of a few minutes becomes hours and hours. If an eye witness is present, then that wrecks it. But, in their absence, the sky’s the limit. My dad was always…

Do you ever have a moment, a short time, even a day, when you think, maybe life is not so bad after all?

Just take each moment as it comes.

There’s a Swedish expression, ‘no cow on the ice’. Back in the old days, the cows of Scandinavia were allowed to roam outside all year round. Farmers would make a hole in the ice for them to drink. Sometimes a cow’s forelegs would fall through the thin ice and the farmer would have to pull…

To be NOT ok.

When I was pondering what I would write about last week I was thinking about blankets. At the time I was walking with heavy steps along my street, fighting against a horrible sense of fatigue. Quite often, when I try to explain fatigue I talk about having a wet woollen blanket dropped over my head,…

Than you’ve decided they are.

Sing a different song.

Do you ever realise when you walk past other people, or sit near them on the bus, that they are all hiding something?

How do you feel when you think about next week, next month or next year? Apprehensive? Despairing? Resigned?