You see, I realised that the person on the bike looked familiar to me and I panicked just a little bit. I’m pretty sure now that it was not the person I thought it might be. There’s really no reason why it would be but he has been on my mind a lot lately. My “stalker”, although that name barely scratches the surface of what he did.

It’s 15 years since his “activity” began, on 25 June 2001. I hadn’t realised until much later that he had been laying the groundwork for 6 months already by that time, in his guise as a “friend”.

Yesterday, we added three more members to our family. Whilst I went and collected the children from their week with grandparents, Stonelaughter popped off to collect the three chickens I had reserved. We had chickens once upon a time, before Bean was born. We started with three, but[…]

If you’ve read this blog before, you might know that I have Fibromyalgia, amongst other things. I was diagnosed 22 years ago and in the intervening time, I got off easy I think. After a difficult couple of years, I was able to live my life almost as[…]

I recently discovered a weekly blog-along where participants share details of their current crochet or knitting project, as well as what they are currently reading. I stumbled on it just as I was nearing the end of a major project and starting re-reading a book that’s very important[…]