“A Mask of Gold hides all deformities” – Thomas Dekker

Before you ask not a quote from the "Heroes" star or the road cycilist, but the  English Elizabethan dramatist , but still stands very true in many walks of life.  This time though I am going to blog about something that I have been asked to, my masks. Now please excuse the (un)glamorous no-makeup look, but … Continue reading “A Mask of Gold hides all deformities” – Thomas Dekker

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Doesn’t matter, you will never understand…..

*** Before I start this post, I want to start with a little disclaimer, this is one of the harder blog posts I have chosen to write. Why?  I don't want to upset anyone, offend them or even seem ungrateful, so please please read this to the end and know I mean it with love … Continue reading Doesn’t matter, you will never understand…..

I love to go a-wandering, Along the mountain track, And as I go, I love to sing, My knapsack on my back……..

This weekend was a case of just what the Doctor ordered, its given me a complete fresh boost.  Since my Brittle Asthma decided to take over my life, I have become trapped in a bubble (and a damn big RUT). Like many people that live with something that has flare ups or hard periods our … Continue reading I love to go a-wandering, Along the mountain track, And as I go, I love to sing, My knapsack on my back……..

Where oh where have you been?!?… what happened in my week (and a bit) of silence.

So we went from blog posts EVERY day to falling off the face of the earth, well a few reasons, getting home from the Brompton, I was exhausted... so a nice chilled Friday prepping for Tattoo Saturday.... I have slowly (not through choice) been working on my sleeve.  So I have sat 4 times, with … Continue reading Where oh where have you been?!?… what happened in my week (and a bit) of silence.

Ohhh… Monday was far from a funday….

So... it's coming up to the end of the first day here and boy what a day. After leaving my house at around 8:30am.... I made the trip to the Royal Brompton.  Walking into the historic building this hospital is housed in is always a little strange. Wooden staircases which are next to modern elevators … Continue reading Ohhh… Monday was far from a funday….

Time to pack…. again

It's 17:20 on a sunny Sunday afternoon and I am enjoying my last few hours of "freedom" before checking into the Royal Brompton for a week worth of specialist tests and treatments. As most people know since July 2016 my Asthma has moved to the most volatile it has ever been. I can't say I … Continue reading Time to pack…. again

Inspiration….

Inspiration; Noun the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, especially to do something creative. the quality of being inspired. a person or thing that inspires. Pretty impressive word isn’t it??? I don’t think it really describes me, although recently I have been called this many times & whilst it is an … Continue reading Inspiration….

Drama-Lama…. or just the pure hard reality.

I often don't post the full drama behind an attack, there is a reason for this.  It is scary... it is very hard to go through & most of all, I don't like others to worry.  With the fact that my Brittle Asthma seems to be trying it's hardest to kill me, maybe it's time … Continue reading Drama-Lama…. or just the pure hard reality.