Nothing to Wear (again)

I’m off to Cardiff to chat CHOPSY with the fab folk at Book-Space Cardiff. Going a week early, the plan is to rest enough after the journey so that the M.E fairy feels accommodated and consulted on every decision. (Life works best if she gives me the illusion of control.) I’ve writing to do anyway,…

On the Right Path

The end of summer came down with the heavens, washing out the beaten path across the fields, sliding me and my wheelchair out of the mud and onto the tarmac. Normally, with a few good frosts, I can eek out the last few weeks of freedom until mid-October, but this year the kids had barely…