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In early 2013 I received a grant to buy an Ipad. Since then my Ipad goes everywhere with me from bed to sofa to hospital waiting rooms as I document my adventures, real and imaginary, at these exciting locations.
Desperate times, desperate measures.
5 October 2014
I made this image on a trip to Saint Dympna's well not far from where I live in Count Cavan. The well is said to have cure 'nervous afflictions and mental illness' so my husband drove me there to take the waters on one particularly bad day in August past. The shrine is in a beautiful glade that looks like a deserted Hobbit village. Along side the well is a shrine to Saint Dympna, patron saint of nervous afflictions, and the ruins of a ancient church. We had to get permission to...
Look what came in the post today
14 October 2014
Having a bed day today and was a more than a bit miserable and then this came in the post.....what a wonderful surprise. A Liam Gallagher is not my grandad badge and a bonus profile image of Her Very Very Highness herself. Cheered me up no end. I had forgotten all about my meagre contribution to Scottees Liam Gallagher is my grandad Fund it project back in May. He was planning to turn his grandad into a contemporary artist. I can't find anything about the project online... does anyone...
Life is a cabaret
22 October 2014
For some bizarre reason when I am sick in bed my brain tends to throw up jolly 'look on the bright side' soundtracks from from movies like Cabaret, Song of the south, and even, god help us, Mary Poppins. The worse the pain the more persistent the 'cheer up and be brave in the face of adversity' the song. A spoonful of sugar does not help my medicine go down. Not now, not ever. Let me make this clear, these songs arriving uninvited on my internal iPod do not cheer me up....
Too sick to come out to play today.
31 October 2014
Being too sick to come out to play began when I was 9.
What was an inconvenience in childhood is a scourge in middle age.
No silver lining.