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The Hairy Housewife
I'm married and have autism and epilepsy, which I write about a lot. I keep tarantulas because I don't like cats, and I love to read.
I'm supremely accident prone and like to take photographs of my bruises for posterity. My best friends that aren't human or tarantula are socks, cocoa and Doctor Who.
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Category Archives: Memories
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.