Eyes down for the 8:08 to London Bridge.

As a disabled passenger on public transport, with a hidden disability, it’s interesting to note the number of “funny looks” you get. It makes me uncomfortable when I consider where the highest number of this looks come from.

Hitting a bad patch

I’m struggling to write this post, I just don’t have the emotional energy, but I’m forcing myself. I had a few bad days last week, I assumed it was ‘just a blip’, they happy, and that’s OK. I can deal with that. But, the last few days have been hard work. I went home to…

Well things have not been so good…

I’ve not been in a “good place” for a fair while. For me, life is an inescapable, long, lonely, slow trudge towards a meaningless end. Ultimately whatever we do is spectacularly pointless. So, I think I need to take a break from Facebook for an undefined period. I’m still considering if I should post this…

My First Personal Training Session in Four Years

As I might say if I still lived in Yorkshire; “un t’ things ‘a’ worried uz on uz journey back ta physical ‘n mental ‘ealth wor if uz body chuffin’ ‘ood be capable o’ doin wha’ it used ta be able ta doa int’ gym.“ Or, to put it another way… One the things that worried…

The Blue Badge

You may have read in previous blogs that I have a hidden disability, Avascular Necrosis. A definition of which you can find here.  Some time ago Transport For London (TFL) started an amazing scheme. A blue badge for passengers with hidden disabilities, that mirrors the already successful white badge for pregnant women. We don’t wear a…

Why One ‘Crazy’ Cook

It’s an excellent question. I suppose that in reality, I was just searching for a decent blog name. When I came to this one, I realised that there is only one of me, and with my mental health issues, I suppose some people could consider me crazy. I wear my ‘crazy’ crown with pride these…