Every now and again I start to get cocky and seriously consider not moving into an apartment further into the city when my time in this house has to end. I start to thinking about staying in the Passage, in my little community by the sea, because it's beautiful and friendly here. With the right help to manage the big jobs (mowing, ploughing, ( Read more... )

( Cut for whining )

I enjoy looking after the website that I run for the Quakers. I'm proud of the work I do on it, I earn a little bit of extra cash in my English bank account and it keeps my skills in practise ( Read more... )

Which single piece of equipment do you not want to have fail in the middle of a Canadian winter?

Yeah. I'm waiting for the oil guys to come out and fix my furnace. Joy. Good thing we've got a couple of electric heaters lurking is all I can say.

I have had less than four hours of sleep and it's all my own fault. And I spent four hours sitting in an uncomfortable, wooden chair last night because I was too bloody stubborn to request a seat on the sofa ( Read more... )

Anyone with a chronic condition will probably be familiar with this idea. The bad days. The 'oh crap, why?' days. The days when it's all a bit too much.

( Cut for self-pitying wittering )

I appear to be having one of *those* days. It was a struggle to get up, I've been the clutziest person alive all morning, my hips are painful, my back hurts and I feel like I've got the early parts of a cold ( Read more... )

Today has been a day filled with frustration. Yuck. The biggest frustration is something that's so simple in England ( Read more... )

Today I made it home before 7pm for the first time in two weeks. And for the last few days it's all been due to traffic! Yesterday I got caught in the twenty-mile queue to a closed junction on the motorway and then when I finally got off the motorway there was a broken down car on the slip road ( Read more... )

If it weren't for the fact that I am leaving anyway in two months, I would ( Read more... )