Connecting to your inner gruntle

Grrrr. I am feeling distinctly disgruntled and I seriously need some gruntling. You know that feeling where you start to have hope, just a wee bit, that something in your life might develop into something interesting... and then it doesn't? Or you start looking out for new opportunities and fun... And can't find them? Or…

Loving music and dance

Tomorrow afternoon, I'm heading out to go dancing. There's a restaurant in Halifax, My Father's Moustache, that has a house band. Every Saturday, they play three hours of blues and dancing music. I've been once before, and was astonished to find that I could still dance, despite my MS, and that I loved it so…

Why is it they call it the blues?

It should really be the greys. Blue is a pretty colour. Grey is, well, grey. Like black, but without the enthusiasm.  Or white, but in a slovenly way. Although, truth be told, both colours get  a unfairly rough go.  Today, for example, outside my window, fog is rolling by.  It's grey. Again. Day 15 or…

My ol’ friend the blues…

Hafta tell you, the blues came on today and they were hearty. I don't know whether it's the thought of my ex getting married in a couple of weeks (which fills me with an odd kind of despair and anger that he is good with this marriage thing whereas I remain afraid of commitment and fight it…