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When Paradise Calls. It was May 1996. I was twenty-four going on twenty-five years of age. John Major was the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and I felt like I had my whole life ahead of me. I had spent half of January and pretty much all of February in Australia. That was […]
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A pathway of autumnal glow When Nature bows her head for rest. While trees prepare for season’s flow Like rust upon what summer blessed. The morning dew drops hang like gems As chill winds cause crisp leaves to fall. Such a welcome the pathway lends To all the people one and all. Who can resist […]
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I attended my first post-diagnosis review at Ipswich Hospital, yesterday, with my Neurologist. Arriving at hospital was for me, as I am sure it is for most people, a trigger for a reasonable amount of stress and anxiety. Entering the hustle and bustle of this busy building was a stark contrast to the peace and tranquility of […]
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The idea of it, filled me with excitement. “Yes, I’m serious, mate” he added. “I can Supervise trainees and so this is no different. I guess I should run it by my Boss, but I know you’ll do just fine. I trust you and I know you’ll be okay”. I wondered whether this meant he might […]
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Theatreland. Covent Garden. Some friends of ours own a couple of properties in Covent Garden and kindly offered us use of one of them; a delightful studio apartment in Neal Street. A weekend away. Perfect. I had noticed some anxiety rising at the idea of travelling on Public Transport. This was largely due to the […]
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