Category Archives: Memories

Growing Up Aged Thirty Nine And A Half


Growing up is something that I tried to avoid for all of my life until now. I inherited Romani blood which runs hot in my veins; I am an autumn child who has spent many years floating free with no … Continue reading

Posted in 2013, A Madman With A Box, Acceptance, Adventures, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Attitudes, Disability, Fezes Are Cool, Geekiness, Health, Hobbies, Home, Homelessness, Hope, Love, Marriage, Memories, Navel Gazing, Neurological, Reminiscense, Romany Gypsy, Self, Tales Of The Rambling Rose, The Black Dog, Travel, Tribble Towers, Vulnerability, Women's Institute | 20 Comments

The Rootless Path


I didn’t know where I was going; I only knew that I’d torn my roots out of the soil of the town that I had been born in, and that I didn’t want to grow new ones anywhere for the … Continue reading

Posted in Adventures, Hidden Homeless, Memories, Navel Gazing, Nonconformist, Romany Gypsy, Self, Tales Of The Rambling Rose | 7 Comments

Where Did You Think You’d Be?


D just wandered into the bedroom (yes, I’m still bedbound and considering x-rays or something) and asked me a question that prompted me to blog: “If someone had told you seven years ago that you would end up in a … Continue reading

Posted in 2013, Curiosity, guitar, Home, Homemaking, Marriage, Memories, Navel Gazing, Nostalgia, Paganism, Spirited Away, Tribble Towers | 10 Comments

Nostalgia


Today I’ve been feeling rather nostalgic; over on Facebook all of my old school friends seem to be talking about “the good old days”, when Duckula was on TV, Blind Date was still cool and meal times were a family … Continue reading

Posted in Childhood, Hobbies, Home Crafts, Memories, Nostalgia, Pets, Tales Of The Rambling Rose | 22 Comments

An Overview Of 2012


Every year, for as long as I can remember, I have always taken the year that was and written a review of it. As a child it was in paper diaries; for the last twelve years or so it has … Continue reading

Posted in 2012, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Attitudes, Autism, Body Image, Born This Way, Confidence, Cooking, Courgettes, Cross-stitch, Diet And Fitness, Disability, Disabled Gardening, Discworld, EDNOS, Epilepsy, Epilepsy Action, Epilepsy Awareness, Exercise, Family, Fezes Are Cool, Friends, Fun, Geekiness, Girl On Film, Health, Hobbies, Home, Home Crafts, I Stitch So I Don't Stab Stupid People, Injuries, Kitchen Witchy, Making A Lovely Mess, Marriage, Medication, Memories, Neurological, Not A Supermarket Tomato, Pickling, Positivity, Progress, Proud To Be Autistic, Proud To Be Me, Psychological, Refusing To Be Beaten, Seizures, Self, Self-Realisation, Self-worth, Status Epilepticus, Tales Of The Rambling Rose, Wedding, Wedding Gown, What Not To Do In The Kitchen, Winter, Writing, Yule | 21 Comments

The World’s Oldest Dog


Over the Christmas period, I thought I’d bring you some stories from my childhood that still warm my heart today. Aside from a few bad memories my upbringing was full of life, love and laughter – largely thanks to my … Continue reading

Posted in Childhood, Dreams, Family, Memories, Pets | 6 Comments

Epilepsy Won’t Hold Me Back Any More!


I spent much of yesterday attempting to compose my thoughts and feelings concerning my meeting with Sheila at Compass and what was discussed there. I couldn’t really piece it all together, so instead I gave you some fluff about my … Continue reading

Posted in 2012, Accomplishments, Adapting, Adventures In Preserves, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Aspirations, Attitudes, Born This Way, Choose Life, Christmas, Confidence, Cookery, Cooking, Counselling, Creativity, Cross-stitch, Disabled Gardening, Discomfort, Epilepsy, Epilepsy Action, Epilepsy Awareness, Epiphany, Exercise, Family, Fear, Food, Food Experimentation, Friends, Health, Hobbies, Home Crafts, Homemaking, I Stitch So I Don't Stab Stupid People, Life Plans, Living With Asthma, Living With Atopic Syndrome, Love, Marriage, Medication, Memories, Milestones, Navel Gazing, Neurological, Non Fiction, Pain, Patience Is A Virtue, Positivity, Progress, Proud To Be Autistic, Proud To Be Me, Refusing To Be Beaten, Seizures, Self, Self-Realisation, Self-worth, Strength, Tenacity, Therapy, Validation | 14 Comments

The Long Road Home


She stood on a chilly street underneath a streetlamp – the only source of heat. All she had was a small suitcase, an address and a postcode. Beyond that she had no idea what the future held. Her aggressor – … Continue reading

Posted in Abusive Behaviour, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Anxiety, Family, Fear, Friends, Home, Homelessness, Joy, Love, Marriage, Memories, Non Fiction, Positivity, Self, The Black Dog, Tribble Towers, Wedding | 12 Comments

Wot I Did On My Holly Days (Or, Life Without Internet)


Our new modem arrived this morning, so Tribble Towers is fully powered and ready to go as far as the internet is concerned. However, during the last forty-eight hours, we’ve had to stumble blindly through that unknown territory which is: … Continue reading

Posted in 2012, Adapting, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Anxiety, Attitudes, Blogging, Born This Way, Clothes And Cosplay, Cross-stitch, Disability, Dreams, Epilepsy, Fear, Food, Health, Hobbies, Home, Humour, I Stitch So I Don't Stab Stupid People, Jayne Hat, Jo Grant, Love, Marriage, Memories, Neurological, Nightmares, Rumination, Seizures, Self, Silliness, Tenacity, Tribble Towers | 7 Comments

Gypsy Road – Part Two


How Did I Meet My Ex-Husband Anyway? He was on a street corner late at night, guitar in hand and singing his heart out. A lonely busker, out past midnight in the hope that clubbers would drop him some money.

Posted in Abusive Behaviour, Acceptance, Adapting, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Fear, Fight For Your Rights, Hidden Homeless, Homelessness, Living On The Edge, Marriage, Memories, Positivity, Proud To Be Me, Refusing To Be Beaten, Romany Gypsy, Self, Strength, Tales Of The Rambling Rose, Tenacity, Travel, Travelling | 19 Comments