Author Archives: Candy
A quick mention of the book I’ve just finished
Normally, as I’ve said in one of my blogs, I read mysteries and thrillers but, once in a while I read ‘real’ literature. A few moments ago I finished reading Patrick Gale’s Notes from an Exhibition which was first published … Continue reading
Update on ‘Who is Cassell Rue’
You will see in the comments that my friend, Janet, who is a whiz at genealogy, has found one man named Cassell Rue participating in a wedding in 1962 in Ohio. This is likely to be the same guy I … Continue reading
Who is Cassell Rue?
When I was around twelve or thirteen someone gave me a slim red book with the title MY HIM BOOK. The book had around fifty pages and in it I could mention all the boys I had met, those whom … Continue reading
A quick update on tinnitus
This afternoon the phone rang, I answered. It was for me from a jolly fellow who wanted to help me get back my PPI. His mate had rung yesterday and I had told him that I had never had PPI … Continue reading
Where DOES the time go? Twitter!
I said to Julian (husband) this morning, “There just isn’t enough time to do all the stuff I need to do.” [weeding, housework, blogging, clearing out my old stock room so it can be used for stacking his and my … Continue reading
Who else has Aphantasia? Probably not you!
I was standing in the field which surrounded the school I was working in with two of the fifteen year old girls I had been teaching. I think I had asked them to remember my earlier instructions or some such … Continue reading
Pop-up subscriptions
This isn’t a blog post, just a quick message to anyone who subscribed via a pop-up on the site earlier today. As there were various problems with that pop-up, I have removed it. If you still want to subscribe there … Continue reading
A good night’s sleep
For the first fifty five years of my life I had no idea what people meant when they said they had trouble sleeping. Whatever I had done during the day – sat around watching tv with my family because there … Continue reading
The day I realised I was getting old
It was a Tuesday in, I think, May, 2006. The plumber, Colin, was here working in our downstairs loo which was also the only bathroom in the house at the time. I was sitting on the settee in the living … Continue reading