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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: Pickling
Along with this healthier, alcohol-free lifestyle that I’m living, I had one of my Grand Ideas. And that Grand Idea was… BAKING! *Ding!* So, like the well-prepared little person I’m not (and I really am not – you only have … Continue reading
After being incredibly remiss with this blog since breaking my arm in August, my muse has finally poked me to write up about the highlights of my year and attempt to catch up with you all. It’s one thing to … Continue reading
As a Shamanic Wiccan who loves to create foods and pickles from the garden, I feel that both Thor and Diana have been kind to me so far this year. Thor has stopped by often enough to clear the humid … Continue reading
Sometimes, the seizures are so severe that inertia and memory loss set in. My last seizure was a week ago – but I’m still not really making sense of things. D will talk to me and I won’t have understood … 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
This morning we had our final meeting with Sheila, our Compass counsellor. Since that first meeting, when I was still so withdrawn and suspicious of strangers, it hasn’t really felt like counselling at all; it’s been more like visiting a … Continue reading