Bad day

Posted on August 10, 2025 Posted in Cat, UncategorizedTagged Aching, Cat, Cheered, cramping, Hidden, Illness, Life, Parkinsons, Sad, Thinking, Tired, WorryLeave a comment

My day has been spent shut inside the house. Not wanting to go out, shaky and achy. My feet are cramping, my hands tremble and twist tightly. I started doomscrolling which was a mistake. I also wanted to keep out of the heat and humidity.

This is the reality of a bad day of Parkinsons. Quiet, just mooching, worrying, thinking about the future. Things I can’t do. Fears of what I need to be careful about.

I need to put washing on the line, I really need shopping. But I had trouble washing my hair. I’m not supposed to get water in my eye because of the surgery, but leaning backwards in the shower feels very unsteady.

Reading about other people’s problems makes me realise how much people have to put up with. Life isn’t always easy.

BUT my Cat just jumped on my lap. She’s happy and purring… Not so bad then..

Full English?

Posted on August 9, 2025 Posted in Memories, UncategorizedTagged Breakfast, Food, Hot, Hunger, Life, Lunch, not enough, plenty, Sad, Thinking, Too much, unequalLeave a comment

Went for lunch with my friend. Overwhelmed by the size of my meal… Sausage, bacon, egg, beans, mushrooms, tinned tomatoes, a hash brown, and two slices of toast and butter. When I was younger this might be my Sunday breakfast, but I only eat it occasionally these days. The food was well prepared and hot, I enjoyed it, but also felt guilty having so much when so many are struggling. But it’s still worth asking the question. Why is the world so unequal?

Wanders in cat…

Posted on August 6, 2025 Posted in Cat, Memories, UncategorizedTagged Black and white cat, Cat, Catfood, going, Life, not staying, Poem, Poetry, Sad, Tuxedo catLeave a comment

He comes in for 5 minutes

Sniffs his food

Ignores it

Comes and lies down in a loaf

Shaped like a bread

Then gets up

Stares at me

Walks off

Out the catflap.

I’m clearly below his status

I think he’s going to a new home

Someone must be feeding him

But I’ll still love him

Big beautiful boy.

My garden

Posted on May 16, 2025 Posted in Memories, UncategorizedTagged broken heart, Bushes, Council, Garden, Hedge, Overgrown, Sad, Time, Upset, warning, Worry2 Comments

My garden is overgrown, particularly the front hedge which is trees and bushes. The local council has sent me a warning letter to get it cut back in 14 days. But I’m physically not capable of doing it, I’m on a low income and my garden is a haven for birds, squirrels, sometimes hedgehogs and bats. I’m going to try and get it done, but will have to rely on friends as my hubby died 18 months ago.

What is worse is I struggle with anxiety and having a letter addressed to the both of us really upset me. I found myself crying on the phone to a council worker. It makes me feel like my heart is breaking. I just wish hubby was still here. Meanwhile I will try and plead for some more time.

Disappointed

Posted on May 1, 2025 Posted in Fine Art, UncategorizedTagged disappointment, Family, Friends, Gardening, Plants, pots, Sad, time off, Working3 Comments

My sister was going to visit this weekend but she’s got to work. I was really looking forward to seeing her. We would have bought some plants for the yard and I would have twisted her arm to help me put them in the pots round there.

I feel like I’ve abandoned my garden. I can’t do as much as I used to, I need to be stable and not risk falling over. Friends are busy and I have got into a situation where I don’t want to ask for help. I’m as disappointed in myself as anything else. I’m losing my ability to want to keep going.

Cataract

Posted on April 29, 2025 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blurred, Colours, Distorted, Eyes, Fed up, Life, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Sad, ViewLeave a comment

Abstract eye

Blur like romantic film

Smeared out colours

View impeded

Glare at night

Sunshine glows

Tones changed

Eyes dimmed

Distorted life

Fed up.

Empty seats

Posted on April 8, 2025 Posted in Memories, UncategorizedTagged Bar, Building, Closed, Empty, Friendly, Gone, Poem, Poetry, Sad, seats, shut loss, TimeLeave a comment

A sunny afternoon.

And the seats were out

Waiting for the sun

To come round

But they were empty

No more fun

No one to drink it in.

The bar is closed

Convivial loss

No one to stand and drink

The place is shut

So don’t walk in

To sit and sip

A cool one.

Catty

Posted on March 8, 2025 Posted in Cat, UncategorizedTagged Age, back and white cat, Cat, Life, Photo, Photodirector, Poem, Poetry, Sad, Tuxedo catLeave a comment

On my lap

Looking sweet

Purring happily

He looks so neat

Black and white

13 year old friend

He keeps me company

My heart he mends.

One day my joy

Will come to an end

I’ll be very sad,

my heart will rend.

Altercation…

Posted on March 1, 2025 Posted in UncategorizedTagged altercation, bully's, Life, Negotiate, oval office, Power, Reality, Sad, threats, VP, War2 Comments

We saw the altercation in the White House here in the UK. Most of the UK is not impressed. It looked like two bullies ganging up on someone whose having trouble but could succeeded with their help. Utterly disgusting behaviour. The fact that Ukraine was considering giving up half their mineral rights to the great galumphing orange one is bad enough, it’s basically blackmail. But then the smug one with mascara and a reporter complained their victim wasn’t wearing a suit and was being disrespectful? So why was it OK for the owner of X marks the spot to go in wearing civvies when he bought his kid to work at the Oval office, some double standards there.

So there they were, shouting down a president of a sovereign state, telling him he had a bad hand of cards. When he respectfully tried to say he wasn’t in a card game the orange turnip shouted and pointed and pouted and ranted. He showed the world what he really was, a tyrant and a bully (allegedly).

He’s coming over to the UK on a state visit to see the King, maybe the invitation should be rescinded?

Attached

Posted on January 29, 2025 Posted in UncategorizedTagged attached, Bored, dopamine hit, Illness, Life, Programme, Sad, Social media, Tired, TV2 Comments

Being ill and not seeing many people has made me fed up. I’ve taken solace in some books, like the Martian by Andy Weir and We solve Murders, the new mystery by Richard Osman. But I’ve become attached to my phone. I feel lost if I’m not checking out posts on Instaounce and Facepost! And in close second is TV and YouCone. I’ve become engrossed by old sci-fi programmes.

I want to break this habit, I need exercise, but it’s not happening at the moment! Too many dopamine hits? Boo x

Mallaband-Brown

Tag: Sad