Laughter is of course one of the best natural medicines around, it’s important to be able to laugh at life and self even with disability related issues.

The house phone had been ringing constantly with it’s attached red light flashing repeatedly. My daughter was upstairs so I decided to answer it myself but couldn’t understand a thing the caller was saying, rather than admit I couldn’t hear I covered the problem by saying.
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One was involved in a rather alarming experience this morning.

It was a misty morning in the village and the myriad of moisture droplets were hanging over the grounds here at Crusty Hall. They looked saturated, sad and as though the colour had been drained from them by Mother Nature’s vaccum cleaner.

Chu Me had arisen early and tended to the fires in the principle rooms. Exiting the rear of the residence, he made his way to the side of the stables where he kept his hens. His li… Continue

Life is such a precious commodity for all it’s trial and woes this planet we inhabit briefly contains beauty beyond description, I‘ve never ceased loving life appreciating my good fortune and marvelling the way each new day brings new discoveries and experiences. The nature of every species is to survive and overcome, so faced with decreasing hearing I responded in the only way I could think of, ignoring it, pretending nothing was amiss and sometimes I succeeded very well few could guess I had p… Continue

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’ve a vast wealth of memories from my youth, hanging out with a
collection of notable celebrities and their offspring’s, camping beside
salt lakes at the edge of the Great Western Desert, swimming with
sharks off the coast of Cape Town, rummaging for bargains in the huge
markets of Bombay. My favourite memories are purely simplistic. Panning
for gold in the rivers of Western Australia with my father and
brothers, never finding that evasive crock of gold but seeing, hearing
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Evidently blogging is therapeutic.
I’m convinced I have a story to tell, nothing marvellously unique and certainly not imaginative but I lack confidence in ability to deliver it in an intelligible manner, mind you I lack confidence in many area’s nowadays, perhaps my story will reveal the reasons.

Life has been amazingly varied for me not always kind, sometimes unusual but hardly repetitive. The only daughter of two genuine adventures, my two brothers and I travelled the world with… Continue

So it seems I’ve now joined the blog world and can happily plonk away on the keyboard blissfully unaware if anyone apart from myself will read my input.
I don’t profess to be a good, skilled or particularly imaginative writer, but I do admit to having a love of words and the marvellously endlessly varied use of them. Words written or spoken are the basic root of human communication, the pen can indeed be mightier than the sword, a carefully or carelessly chosen word uttered by the powers th… Continue

I have not yet dared to call myself an artist, although I long to be one? What makes an artist?

Skill? Passion? Confidence?

qualifications? Bare faced cheek? - Maybe a bit of all of those things..

The website has allowed me to see the extra ordinary contrasts in style,subject matter and techniques, which started me thinking who has the right to judge & why?

Are there guide lines?

What qualifications do art critics have oth

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