Blog Posts
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Bye Bye, Mum.
My mum passed on to whatever is next on the 12th of December. I didn’t make it to her in time as I had to take several stops on the journey because I was so tired and my hands in so much pain. I missed her by less than an hour.
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The Beast of Bennachie
Until relatively recently I thought an Alien Big Cat was a feline visitor from outer space. I miaow you not. I would read articles by cryptozoologists and wonder what in the name of Garfield was going on. An alien or anomalous big cat is one whose natural habitat is not the British Isles. You can…
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Colouring Outside The Lines
When I was a wee girl I was given a painting by numbers set for Christmas one year. I loved the tiny pots of oil paint, the way the pigment sat at the bottom while the oil floated to the top, the smell, the colours. I was less keen on the result, the painting looking…
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Backup To The Future
There are all sorts of reasons why I haven’t blogged in so long and I don’t have the inclination – or the energy – to go into them all. Way back I had intended Friday blog posts to be fibro related so I thought I’d tell you about yesterday as an example of the effects…
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Anxiety and The Accidental Death Wish
When I was around nine years old I read Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through The Looking Glass. In one of these books, I can’t remember which, Humpty Dumpty tells Alice she should pick an age and stick to it. What a great idea, I thought! I’d choose to be twelve as that’s such a…
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A Dark and Stormy Night: The Weather In Fiction
I’m typing this in my armchair, looking out at the snow – it’s a blizzard out there! – and listening to a classical music playlist I have on Spotify. It’s my go-to music for almost everything I write that isn’t novel specific. It also seems apt for the winter weather outside – it lends the…
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A new start
How fab does my new site look? I liked my old site but it was a bit…serious. I don’t think people who knew me would be look at it and say, “That’s so Nettie!” I wanted something light and fun and colourful, something that reflected me and what I write about.
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Sauchihall Street Cash Converters
Good afternoon, Sir. How are you today? Such frightful weather for this time of year.
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Poakits
A poem. About pockets.