The last post was written a few years ago, therefore, there are more developments. During that period of time I was in the midst of moving from my beloved and still much longed for, Forest of Dean, to a house in the Brecon Beacons. Not my favourite area of the world, I came here for a week on a school trip where I once had a sanitary towel stuck on my head because I wanted to go to sleep at the then normal time, for me, half-ten and not stay up till midnight telling silly stories. Also, there was a particularly annoying song out at that time and that was the ONE SONG everyone wanted to listen to. It took me years not to look at the hills without hearing that song!
I say then, because I was Fourteen years old and quite a loner, http://jigginabout.wordpress.com/poetry as this poem can attest too, not exactly little Miss Popular ... more the one to slip into the school library to read a book, it was during one of these dark times that I found a copy of The Ultimate Foe in Novel Form and read it hungrily, I tried to find it again and it had mysteriously disappeared ... I assert that the Doctor is real and Sixie did his best to help me through a tough time by showing a similar time that he was being picked on by his own people. (How else can you explain it? :) I mean ... come on ...)
Anyway, above is just a digression to what I was actually wanting to say.
More has happened since we moved.
My brother grew up and got married.
My loyal pets Spicy and Monty died
We added three new cats to our household
Plus a new little dog as shown in this picture here. All four are wonderful, funny, and sweet in their own sweet way but the tabby cat is mine, despite many protestations otherwise :)
My sister had a son ...
So, as you can imagine, many changes to my life which, at times, have been stressful.
When we first moved here I had severe Agoraphobia, I could not step out in my own Back Garden ... I used to sit in the conservatory as the rest of my family sat out in the garden ... particularly hard during the summer months, when the Sun is out.
How did I get over this? I hear you not asking ...
It was not easy ...
You see, I have a sister that has 'special needs' as the term is now ... She is severely Autistic, and, therefore, vulnerable. Though she has a flat and manages a life of independance, there are times when she is completely alone ... during one of those times, she was conned and burgled. This made my blood BOIL ... COMPLETELY BOIL!! I was literally SO ANGRY that, when on my own, I looked at my back garden, and it wasn't so scary. My sister's victimisation spurred me on, and I took a step outside ... on the patio ... then another step to the grass - by now I was fully outside - for the first time in a year!
This was a very shaky experience for me as you can imagine.
Now, of course, my agoraphobia is not so bad though I shall never be able to go anywhere without a family member to support me, and now I am in so much pain I need to walk on crutches - and I really hate it because, when I lived in the Forest of Dean I used to take my lovely Monty out in the woods, and explore between the bracken, the moss covered trunks, tripping over protruding roots in rain or shine. Not caring if I was miles from the nearest human being. I used that time to dream, at the time, my dreams were Harry Potter based. The Forest of Dean was such a wonderful place to think of myth and magic. I long to walk beside Cannop Ponds and seek the treasure of Clearwell Caves and work out the tricksy Puzzle Wood sometimes all on my own.
Now my tastes veer more towards Doctor Who (though there are many connections to both that I have only just found out! Some of them very surprising!) And I would love to meet the likes of Tegan Jovanka,
and Nyssa of Traken
Otherwise known as Sarah Sutton, (Nyssa), and Janet Fielding (Tegan!)
Of course, it would also be nice to be able to meet Peter Davison AND REMEMBER it this time ... I was 3 last time ... that was also due to my 'special need's' sister being in a school that was run by one of Peter's friends ...
So you see, I try ... but trying, is very trying ... and so the story goes on
Life eh x
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