A bit of ME

Having M.E. is not something I talk about a lot. I've had it for 12 years now but in hindsight pushed through symptoms for many years before. That stubborn streak also made me slow on the uptake of how to live with it/recover but fingers crossed i'm getting there. Read the below recently in a Free From health cooking book and it really struck home in particular the adrenaline aspect.

But The Day Will Come

We dream hard, we shoot high
Sometimes our fingers graze the sky

Day Will Come - Keane

Hey now, little sleepy head

Find The River - R.E.M.

*Ironic Devil Horn Gesture*

I never know how to act at gigs. I feel self-concious and odd. I can't let myself go, and I don't trust  my sense of rythem, so I sort of half-frown and bob my head, and I feel it makes me look like I'm somewhere else, on a higher plain, observing it as a piece of art on a level far beyond everyone else. Holding a piece of paper empowers me, too. It means I don't have to commit. I'm not there as a fan, nor by accident. I'm there to Do Something, and For a Reason. I sometimes wish I could just hold a piece of paper throughout life in general.
And then I caught her eye.

Charlotte Street - A novel by Danny Wallace

Patience 'Young' Grasshopper

The Grasshopper -  Alfred Tennyson

I

Voice of the summerwind,
Joy of the summerplain,
Life of the summerhours,
Carol clearly, bound along.
No Tithon thou as poets feign
(Shame fall 'em they are deaf and blind)
But an insect lithe and strong,
Bowing the seeded summerflowers.
Prove their falsehood and thy quarrel,
Vaulting on thine airy feet.
Clap thy shielded sides and carol,
Carol clearly, chirrup sweet
Thou art a mailèd warrior in youth and strength complete;
Armed cap-a-pie,
Full fair to see;
Unknowing fear,
Undreading loss,
A gallant cavalier
Sans peur et sans reproche,
In sunlight and in shadow,
The Bayard of the meadow.

II

I would dwell with thee,
Merry grasshopper,
Thou art so glad and free,
And as light as air;
Thou hast no sorrow or tears,
Thou hast no compt of years,
No withered immortality,
But a short youth sunny and free.
Carol clearly, bound along,
Soon thy joy is over,
A summer of loud song,
And slumbers in the clover.
What hast thou to do with evil
In thine hour of love and revel,
In thy heat of summerpride,
Pushing the thick roots aside
Of the singing flowerèd grasses,
That brush thee with their silken tresses?
What hast thou to do with evil,
Shooting, singing, ever springing
In and out the emerald glooms,
Ever leaping, ever singing,
Lighting on the golden blooms?

Strangeland

Things are going to change you know

The battles you have fought won’t go to waste you know

Things are going to change, it just takes time 

In your own time

There’s no map to guide our way

So i say nothing, you say nothing

In your own way

Keane – In Your Own Time

Boys will be boys :D

Found out today my sister is going to have a boy :D Will make future present buying \ spoiling a lot easier than had it been a girl! Still hope little 'Daisy' comes along one day though :)

Ooh i see a ladybird

Arghhhh I see lots of ladybirds

Love is all you need